SCREEN VS US… Ready… SET… SCROLL OR NO SCROLL?

We don’t talk anymore….

LIMITLESS

We don’t talk anymore…

We scroll…

Spending mostly precious time blind to the fact they’re scrolling by…

We don’t talk about our day, Outside of the Mondain complaints

We don’t talk about Our Dreams…

We don’t talk about what’s truly on our hearts…

We don’t..,

Talk,

We scroll from story to story, true or false, someone’s opinion caught up in our mental wash plus the cost is taxing…

How could this be a form of relaxing?!

It’s distracting, Impacting these moments.

Each moment lived only-

once

before

They were counted as noticeable now discarded

Disposable as long as the screen is scrollable…

We need a disconnect to reconnect with Us…

No phones, no tablets, no social anything;

Just Us…

I love US…

I Miss Us…

“Repetition is the only form of permanence that Nature can achieve.” – George Santayana

Breaking of The Dawn…

LIMITLESS

I release my vision from prision!

Too long has it suffered the cold, dank dungeon of Fear!

Screams of rebellion Pierce through the Darkness which over shadows the Door…,

“NOT ANYMORE.”

An exhaustion of sowed tears, sweat mingled blood, and a Fierce desire too,

“LIVE!!!”

Breaks the circumstance!

A change of direction is given to a humbled repented Heart…

Inhale…..

Forgiveness…

Listening to Jill Scott’s soothing voice pour out of my speakers I receive pictures of Sun-ups which greet my eye’s glaring at the promise of Today…. This is…

GREETINGS

by LIMITLESS

“Good Morning Sunshine!” 

I see you peaking through my blinds-

Hinting at me to get up!

I’m greeted by the sweetest vision of silk lined clouds parting to reveal a satin blanket of gold and crystal…

I’ve entered the immortality of Imagination.

I take my seat at a table made from the finest collection of Emeralds and Rubies.

In the midst of royalty I sit taking sip’s of Morning Dew from Pearl cups.

A rejuvenating spring spills from the Fountain of The New tucked beyond a Sapphire corridor.

 I walk through the Forest of Innovation where youthful visions rise out of its fertile soil.  

…DAY-BREAKS…

“It’s time to pick the fruit of My patience…!” 

I reach for the door of potential,

I clinch it’s warm reality,

And

Open the portal to My destiny….