A beautiful mess.

I knew you were going to be beautiful, my experience told me so. I watched you from a distance coming towards me. The shape of your soul was so beautiful and effervescent I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You majestically materialized out of thin air.

My slow motions are intentional and intense. I wait for the beautiful part of the mess to reveal itself, you do not disappoint. To slow the circulation I intentionally take deep breaths, I want to feel all of it. As you come to clarity, you show up in the most alluring colors, you leave me no choice but to stare at you and your beautiful mess. Nothing I can do but sit still in your captivating fog. You force me to be present.

I manifested you. I had no idea you would show up like this.