Angles

You all remember learning trig in highschool right?

Obtuse angles, acute angles, false situations where triangles are present in real life.

The edges and curves of the shape defined its name, its purpose.

I am obtuse, rough around the edges, emotionally driven

I am passionate, caring, and constantly inspired.

On a pad of paper we are so mechanical

Everything can be calculated, expected

But have you ever been breathless in the name of spontaneity

It looks like a long winding road and feels like a gust of serendipity rippling through your hair

It is random, disorganized, we feel alive.

Spontaneity brings us unexpected gifts and horrors, the taking of a life, the creation of a new.

Its not nearly as calculated as our algebra teachers told us it would be.

Take life by the reigns and taste the citrus, the zest of just being.

Nirvana is more than a grunge band, it’s sitting in this room right now beholding everything I am saying.

The universe is inside us, whether we are too obtuse or acute for our own good.

Behold. 

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