Inspired by an interview from Ocean Vuong
Homogenization strips the enstrangements of the soul.
Expression is so pure. The channeling of what already so violently is. The natural state of one’s truth.
It rears and roars, free not because it wrestles with higher intent. It does not seek.
We are of such whimsy when laid bare, but we shirk away from pain, wince and veer, let our sincerity become stained.
They will not understand. Do not try.
Open your aperture, further, wider, still wider, and express, radiantly.
Those who do the same will understand.
Do you have the courage? Will you step out of the line conform and bend it askew? Will you hear the weary swivel of a thousand uniform, as you align away from the soulless?
Be. Nothing more.