I am the false prophet, with all answers

Compelled by interests other than my own

Scorched by my past dwells beneath my future

Growth is at a standstill

Many do not understand, those who aren’t there

Unwilling to reach their full potential

Having lived a life so out of focus

Although YOU may not understand

I understand

But as I continue to search I know this mends with time, like a fresh wound as it begins to heal

I must understand it to overcome it

As I live with these truths I feel so close to that I seek yet so far

In time this will all make sense

As the truth begins to unveil

No one will understand until

Truth is no longer lies

Acceptance is my truth

And those who believe will finally understand me

This is only the beginning

Life has just begun

And yet for the first time I am ready

To overcome all that is indefinable

No one will understand what I have said

It is the moment when I become; will those surrounding understand

This is my path I’ve endured

It is soon to come to an end

But will it…?

I am the false prophet, with all the answers

But I vow to endure Truth.

My first photo shoot with Duane and Chase.  Good times

We are all children of habit.  As we face the world before us we are on the bridge of an unknown world.  We may experience love, chaos, or even limbo, and yet we fail to recognize the simplicity of what lies smack dab in-front of us.  The grace that should be recognized through the simplicity of innocence.  The pure joy of the moment, in which we are immersed in a euphoric attraction with the beauty of a hand or the reflection of our self.  In-turn we see that within ourselves lies a sea of thought.  Our eyes wander and our mind races with judgment and self-consciousness, ultimately inhibiting our ability to recognize true beauty. 

There are moments in which you look at a picture like the one listed and see the innocence of a small child who sits in wonder.  Unaware of those around, focused only on the intricacies of one man’s craft.  Such children have not been consumed by the social infractions of this world, allowing their minds to wander in a sea of imagination. 

And while I may be an adult, I envy this young child’s innocence because unlike the child; innocence is not constant in my world.  It has now become a task and once it is mastered I may view the simplest of things with passion.  From the actions of others to the leaves of the ground, I sit here in a meditative state of pure joy. 

As I stare into this picture I am reminded of the beauty of a child and its’ place in this world.  I must discover and rediscover what makes this moment so special.  Through self-determination and patience I will encounter the experiences of life vigilantly.  Such memories will repeat in my subconscious sharing a slightly different tale each time the memory is regurgitated.

I’ll end with saying, endure the world with optimism and seek such a picture that reminds you of who you once where and the journey you continue to face because this world does not stop until you do.  You might as well enjoy yourself as you live it.