Like Water for Dark Chocolate....

Life and its subtleties, I remember when I broke my wrist, looking up to the sky in its quiet bliss. To be hated by few then loved by many makes my stomach turn, perhaps I need food, it feels empty. Flow is hard to reach sometimes. If I confess my crimes to the masses of listening minds, who could forgive me? Who could continue to view my lines? Who could still love me? Could you ignore my compromise? I am happy and sad most times, sometimes I want to run away and leave everything behind, start from scratch with nothing but my body and mind to suffice how I eat and sleep and earn my dime. However, would it be so different than currently inclined? Hell yeah it would! My collective eyes, cause it would be my way, my own situation, my time. Let those that think the same, rise like the phoenix to fly and set ablaze a trail and mark your history's divide. It's a scary thing not knowing your destiny in life, I meet my fate everyday, a few impressions weren't right, no regrets for said happenings, I am searching for flight, one moment, one motivating scar to my plight that reverses my biography, my innate decisions, the prison of my oneness empathetic to sympathetic reasons. I am treason. My soul kinda hates it every now and then. I am honest. My soul kinda hates it every now and again. Impulsive inclinations led me to where I am, proud I survived the strife of what I am. I am happy that I been through all the things that met an end. Some began again, I don't really know why I trend, I love to laugh at many things, love is not one of them. I wish I could give the world to three women; my mother, my grandmother, and the object of my affection. This is who I am now, so you need to pay attention, or not, I don't care a lot, first lesson in admission. Viewing nature tells me so many things. We cannot out smart her, she laughs at such things. I can be emotionless in defense of inner things. I want the rapture. Love can be as fickle as many things. My broad intelligence is just a ravine, the desert surrounding is abrasive in allowing its spreading. Lets dig a trench, I want to become an ocean, but first I need flow obviously to become one. Do I allow my loyalties to betray my true path? If I did my own thing would it make me crass? I want to see the world, I want to experience, I want my family ok, my thoughts you can't imagine. I may sound gloom in this soliloquy, I am not at all, beyond the sad I am happy. I laugh a lot, I love more, I am held to heart, I am still young and active, I follow my heart. I know one day I will make my mark, I will see fruition, conquer my spark. One can be so high on the mountain, then the next day not. Don't judge me for what I have or what I have not, what are things but impressioned relics soon lost to dirt and soot. Perhaps my deeper comprehension of intangible parts holds something greater for me in life's art. So let it rain, give me pain, give me what is ordained or not. This is life and its subtleties I so often remark. It's like water for dark chocolate. Take it for what it's worth. This metaphor gives me pause in meaning of my outburst. My fire, the flow, my temperament, my need to show, the bitter sweet love of things, the mixing within I grow. It's like water for dark chocolate, it shall be so in the midst of the subtleties from which I grow.