Flight

From reality I take vacations, when I don't want to face tasks, put my hands to the labor
to keep creating.  Why do I need to soar back into the air watch you from far away,
playing jigsaw with pieces that blend in at a distance every day?

Observing my asymmetry, and its dissent with imagery, I become more grounded in the internal. Forced to see everyone in me, as if my heart were made of glass, while every single moon La La Land glides in illusions. My battles are worth it.

I keep trying to play vocal chords that will spell a melody with cleansing attached;  compiling a sentence that slithers its way to the core of my ambitions.  Reaching the top is the easy part, dealing with the loneliness is difficult.

Reference

Studying the science of reflection. Every time you exude a certain energy it's like looking in the mirror...but sometimes it's clouded and you can't see your self in the flaw you highlight in others.  

Why does nature go through the trouble of existing?  Be real. 

One part of society goes through the trouble of creating a dream, another part of humanity is dreaming it, and an even smaller part is living it.  And then there's that part of society that's hungry.  

Where does consciousness fit into this dream?