At This Point, With This View.

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I am grateful for what I have and what I’ve learned. Most days I’m happy now. Lately, I’ve been letting Nature take its course. I cannot and should not force anyone to stay in my life. I also should not fear losing anyone, especially if I’m gaining pieces of myself in return. This puzzle of mine, I put together with intense focus. Recently, I’ve noticed that a few people in my life will be exiting at this stage. It is a sacrifice I thought long and hard over. I am prepared and ready to make it.

I am at a place of peace and passion. I know that I have options. I do not have to follow anyone. I don’t need to bend to another person’s will. I have choices. 

YOU HAVE CHOICES 

Anyone out there who feels as thought they’re going through the motions, or maybe you feel that you are always doing what you are told and it depresses you, I want to help you to remove that conditioning. Lift your veil. You are enough. Maybe you’re in a dead end relationship or a dead end job. I’ve been through both countless of times. Maybe you feel controlled and enslaved by religion, maybe you’re looking to join a religion. Either way you have choices. There are options. Sit and think deeply. Write, make several plans to find a way out. But the first step is KNOWING that you can get out. Experience, experiment, and explore. That’s a motto I created for myself to remind myself of life’s capabilities and how I should approach it. And I’m sharing it with you. I love you 🌏🌍🌎.

In My Tree,

Owl

Let’s Chat Over Drinks

You know, to spill our guts. Lately, I’ve been feeling the need to talk. Let me tell you all of a very recent night by the river in the south with a lemon martini.

FYI: I’m open to responses. I’d like a conversation to grow at some point.

Do you ever stop midway while doing something and have a moment of epiphany? This is what happened the night at the Mississippi River. There I sat with my sister and her friend. Discussing taboo subjects. And it occurred to me how many people have exit from my life.

I’m not offended. I was, however, worried. Will I be left with no one to talk to? I’m on this journey learning how to connect with people. That’s one of the reasons I’m here typing to everyone who reads this. Ok, so I’ve found myself and I’m coming into my own. My question is: Is this normal?


In My Tree,

Owl

Do I?

So today, 

I was living. You know, running errands, working, cooking, eating, and reading. But I stopped breathing…

Should I say it?

Is it worth it?

Freedom…

Will we die sooner than planned?

We still have our youth.

Paranoia

Love

Trust

Strength

Okay…

Can I do this…

Yes Owl you can…

I realized I feel a different type of freedom with my love that I hadn’t realized…

Am I prepared to lose it?

My love? I can not see us being… un coupled.

The answer will come.

I’m am excited 

I am happy

I feel this thrill rising up

Like a moth
In My Tree,

Owl

Cobblestone Street

Tell me why

Why did I turn down this street?
Cobble stone pavement feeling like the cold ending that I’ll meet
Something similar to fire grasp around me
Could’ve been pulled by the fire laying inside me
I chose heartbreak
Heartbreak didn’t choose me

Now that the wind blows through my hair I can see
I taste the spice in the leaves
Not sure what to look for
So I’m not sure of what I see


Left begging my heart, don’t want to be strange fruit growing on a tree

What can I expect

Not one soul would pluck me

And this grasp
It refuse to subside
Not that I want it to
I find its essence I cry
Now tell me why
Why didn’t I see?
This street I turned on
Right before me
I chose heartbreak
Heartbreak didn’t choose me

Goddess knows where this midnight will take me
Just too plain to see
Like cinnamon in blood
Oh the incense I breathe
May this road be more than it look
And I accept this
Might as well…
My beat it took

If all else falls my authentic spirit was received


When I die if there is one thing that I could say:
It’s an honor to intertwine
One I’ll never forget
What a beautiful spirit
A spirit I wish would speak
I chose heartbreak
I swear heartbreak didn’t choose me

Poem by Keota Picou                                   Follow on instagram: @keotadpicou

Photo: Keota Picou