Politely, Wander Off

A note to the reader, before diving in. There is nothing in this written word that I am intending for anyone to be confrontational. I am honestly more in favor of this being more about just taking a moment to breath, let yourself choose what you want in and out of your mind, and then proceeding to impliment ways of making that come to fruition. This isn’t a work about getting in people’s faces, in fact, it is quite the opposite. It is about ignoring, or not giving further attention to the ones who are jumping in others faces, being confrontational, aggressive and belligerent where it is otherwise unwarranted.

So with that being said, let’s continue on…

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Broad strokes,

Deep breathes.

In and out, I think I find myself trying to balance the framework on my mind.

Nothing in with nothing out. I have shuttered my doors and tacked my windows down to the harsh cacophony of peacocks bent on blustering my ears with their incessant chatter.

I get it, you all think you're beautiful.

Still, I mustn't let it uproot me and steep into my bones.

I need to push back, making sure I am not breathing out enough to make room for them and theirs.

Here. Here is my home.

Here, in the width of my obtuseness, is my apparent inner self.

Some might bequeath it as stern, others as demeaning, but I am no rug and I have no intention to welcome you into my life while you dust off your feet.

So yes.

Deep strokes.

Broad breathes.

I will pain across my skies, the span of days and nights in which I toil.

But I will not allow you to break bread under my bridge if you have any intention to spoil my good nature.

Take your chattering, your bellyaching, and whining to a stump in which you can preach.

I am not your place of sermon.

I did not ask for you to speak.