Galaxies

In a mind wave you're there
glowing red blue yellow.
I love you,
sweet fellow.

Exempt you made me
Of the traitor that should be
Only to follow you
Co-inspired, too

You smeared this paint within my eyes
But you're still glowing too bright.
I bring in darkness and immediately see,
You're growing presence, delight.

Let This Be

Here we Are. But are we, really? Are you really reading this, or is it a sensory illusion that is only "here" because it adds emphasis to the experiences and gained knowledge that changes our thoughts?  Are you reading this, because I'M Sophia, and YOU are YOU, and you're on your COMPUTER? Negative. My mind is parsing together these words for your main input/output center to process. You're reading it, and your mind is establishing links (hopefully) and making connections that will lead you, ultimately, to understanding and gained knowledge.

All we really are is energy and matter. And the energy is simply information. A subatomic particle too tiny and fast to see.  The matter is what creates the illusory solids that we perceive as a material reality, while the information tells the matter how it will be structured, to represent what it will mean in our mind. (ex: a chair, your mom, etc)....and you can guess what the energy is. That's right, our thoughts.(AKA Information, duh?!) Our thoughts are what create everything, what changes endlessly, and what moves us and everything around us.

So, I'd like to take this space here [] to thank YOU for reading this. You have given me an opportunity into your mind, to open a door that may be very, very closed.

Are you really reading this? Are you really in that chair? When you kick a door jam...does it really hurt?


Call me Morpheus.

Come In

But don't have a seat. There is an epic tale waiting to be read. But you must find it. I know, it is an incredibly difficult mission, but you MUST follow destiny. Follow the star that guides you. The star may go under the alias "Purple Find".


I know you will find your way.

xox
Sophia

What, Wednesday?

Well here I am. Perched on my seat behind the desk up front. People start to come in, ready for their school day. Some eyes look bright and shiny, open for interaction and so full of what they call "light." Other eyes come in that simply stare forward. No further explanation can be laid out, for there is none. Their eyes simply, stare, forward. Some eyes are sad, others mad, some may as well roll upon the floor. Stuck inside heads that look so void and useless.

Inhale, exhale.

It is my day.

Hello, Monday

I realized today what the point of a weekend is. It's to make little v's with one ascender extending further than the other, exhale the previous week's stress, and love to your heart's contentment. You then come back to work on Monday morning, feeling amazingly renewed. I am starting my week strong and firm. (haha) I didn't realize while my weekend was going on just how amazingly great it was. I had superb time with My Sweet Girl and Super K. Cuteness all around. Hooray!

And I leave you with this, a paradigm of love:
You can have an open vibe towards any types of people. Especially those whom you favor most. You open up to them, let them in. You connect on an intuitive level. Some people may not realize it, but those especially advanced in the studies of human nature can easily pick up on it. It's easy to send positive vibes to those who you know and love (plainly stated). I'm going to experiment today by keeping happy vibes free for the sharing.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Happy Vibes,
Sophia

Wake UP

Shining eyes
Hissing lips
You're a contradiction

Don't put that on
It's this you're after
Draw out your masquerade

Please be kind
Go jab your eyes
Samurai

The Watch

I sat back in the overly stretched room of white. Just diagonal of me was White Ribbon. She took out wipes and cleaned. I watched her method, studied each stroke of her hand. The wipe smoothed out the mouse, the keyboard, the desk, her laptop, her pen. It was ritualistic, then it came out to play. The melody that shook The Lifesource. It was an orchestrated painting of movements and sonatas. Scales of G Major were forcibly lured into her mind.

My life

Plus 1 point for having a violin.

Absurd

Contentment is a funny thing to experience. You can get very, very comfortable in ANY surrounding, and always remain so. But what happens when a rock is thrown into your oasis? You lose the serenity that you had, And life becomes a mess. There's a delicate balance between being content, and striving towards greater things. But how do we balance that? I think if you make progress in your life, and you can be content in the changes, that's one step. Or a complete acceptance that life comes in layers, and some will be better than others. Take what's good, and also take what's bad. (Haven't I been saying that ALL along?)

I'm confused of many things, it's a good thing I'm taking this week for introspection. If it takes longer, so be it. This is different for me, taking a break from the world, all the while updating my stats. I guess it's because I'm so happy with the friends that I have made that surround me. I weeded through a TON of douche-buckets.

So if you're reading this,
Thank You.
I Love You!!!!!!

xox
Sophia