Ash...(or the light shining through it)

“Let’s just say that she is better off some how…. Let’s just say that she has never been happier than she is now…”
“Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there, it doesn’t seem fair, that I’m living for something I can’t even define…but there you are, right here in the mean time”
“It’s only after disaster that we cgan be resurrected. Only after you’ve lost everything, that you’re free to do anything.”
I’m the distant idea of a shadow lurking, dancing through your mind when the sleeplessness takes over.
Names (and ages) can be quite defining…
…and I refuse to be defined.
That said, the name’s Layney
(and/or variations of the like)
I am optimistic.
I am cynical.
I am difficult.
I am affected.
I am complicated.
I am unconventional.
I am indecisive.
I am loud.
I am chaos.
I am controversial.
I am polarity personified.
I am in love.
I am abstract.
I’m a realist.
I am eccentric.
I am stir crazy.
I am constantly learning who it is I really am.
I am the revolution.
So are you.
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I understand my flaws. My eccentricities. You needn’t point them out.
I seem to be psychedelic.
My mind is not linear;
I think in loops and spirals.
A meme of some distant and familiar hallucinogenic soul-state.
My Brain has holes.
My thoughts are spiders.
When the wander too close to the edge, they fall victim to eternity.
Music is my consistency.
I’ve been a social butterfly and I’ve been a hermit.
I fidget. And then some.
I don’t fit in societal boxes.
I won’t let myself be categorized for the comfort of others.
I can not ride a bike.
I’m too generous.
I’m pretty silly.
I am not subtle, nor discreet.
And still I will keep secrets with an intensity.
I am terrible at explaining certain things.
I am not concise.
I love pretty words with meaning, music that transcends me, images of beauty, images of realism.
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Life’s too short to partake in all the futile destruction.
Life’s too short to pretend for the sake of pretending.
Don’t be you. Don’t be me. Just be. Just simply be.
Humanity is too universal to be limited. Unfortunately it is.
Dirty Mouth, Dirty Hands, Clean conscience.
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