count the books in the library, what does it smell like?

where is the wiper to clean the dust off? why are the books laid on the ground?

a long lifetime of following dreams, on and off, confused too, this is your truth

runaway to God, when he has been walking with you the whole time

getting lost in those papers, you believe you see the world

i used to read to feel better than the next person who doesn't

now i read because that is my escape from unwanted reality

i do not read anymore, i take what works, i am no longer tied to the flipping pages that hold no answers

this is the truth, read for love, read for joy, read for experience

i do not make any promises to what i will and will not leave behind

my truth is that nothing can be taken away from me, for i have nothing and everything

my identity is shedding a skin, the pain is felt all the way to the pumping of the heart

my life is a taste of God consciousness accepted at the time it is accepted

the raw taste of talent and potential plus grit, gut and intuition is ready to explode

all that i am, all that i will ever be, i am now, this is the truth

there is nothing to be in the future that does not exist right now