The Epic Platter Of Inspiration : Anything And Everything You Need To Be Reminded To Master The Art Of Surviving

Oh honey, how that my body can’t take any more loathing for you to presume they’re at fault for all those disgrace that is to befell on you!

How long will you pretend not to notice every cell in your half deceased body beseeching for consideration?

It might sound loutish, but I’ve grown irate and restive to your self inviting misery and wretchedness.

You might carve up your collected misfortunes and wear it like a badge on your frayed garb.

But when you sullenly dwell in that self erected hell, bait not with me with that imposed warp.

Oh darling, do I need to instruct you twice to go pick up your guise from that devil sick of indulgence?

And sweetheart, you needn’t at once oil your train of thoughts, to boldly pass a blow to their truth corrupted faces when they arrive with that lame old lie.

“You’ll never make it “They say? Big deal.

They say things won’t work out in your favor when you are mouthful of air? Bullshit.

They want to see you broken, bowed shoulders and teary eyes; when you’re more than ready to paint the solar system on the back of your hand? Go figure.

Let them denounce and assess who they think you are. But you, you, my dear friend wear their revulsion and doubt like war paint on the dawn of your triumph. Yes, I get it. You’re normal and impulsive, messy and awkward, unsure and hushed, totally weird and bat shit crazy and so many things you can’t remember the words for.? Yes. I get it. I really do. But believe me when I say these are the things that will make you a hideous mastermind like none other in this muffled world.

So tell me. Tell me now!

Will you still shoot me with your fleeting looks of aloofness..

If I tell you to believe in your heart, once and for all?

If I tell you to stop choking on the pride that was served to you on a platter of sabotage disguised as ‘inability’?

If I tell you to let your teary eyes for ones glisten with glee when you see yourself on the top of the world?

And lastly, if I proudly ask you to start building your fucking empire?

I know it won’t be as easy as dancing your soul out in the rain.

But I’m positive that it is right.

And who knows?  It might even seat itself in the frontage of all the paramount judgments you’ll ever make; be the inspiration that your masterpiece seeks.

And when you set out your wings to finally soar to unmatched splendor, I implore you to do that unmistakably and without fright.  Let that be done with a heart amenable to change

Yes princess, with all that being said, I believe that you will conquer the world on your own terms. Just like I did.

For, Your dreams are your revenge.