What Some Open Arms To, Others Shield Their Eyes

As where the vast majority would say I have lost my way, I feel as if I have had a fleeting moment of clarity, the aftertaste of such has slowed my societal drive.

Without the support of my loved ones, I would be a dream-filled drifter, a pondering wanderer, roaming the overly possessed earth for some clue as to where humans lost sight of their true purpose to matter itself.

I and my twin soul to which I feel in my heart of hearts, the same cloth we share, native fabric of our woven spiritual make up, we have imprinted our perception of existence through the most sensational, timeless intersected moments like a hand on the glass separating imprisoned family.

I only hope the genetic knowledge passed from our lavish union will be enough for our heir to enlighten forgotten purpose. Sadly I have to fall back in line for a time to make sure my legacy flourishes and over exceeds my impact on eternity.

Earth is still, after all, a seemly loose controlled experiment. A toddler in a premature solar system, within an adolescent galaxy. Far more attached to our brother and sister systems than the majority of the universe.

When my spirit leaves this organic prison, will it travel to the nearing sweet spots of human life?