Some feel suffocated and fearful among the chaos…

I on the other hand prefer to navigate among the chaos in an empathetic fashion… Absorbing the chaos and letting it guide me…

They are all to blame… They embodies so many but identifies none…

The mysterious reap the benefits of chaos’ course… 

Become one with the chaos… Formless and void… And the chaos will flow through you… Pass by you… And seek to be redefined by you in whatever manner you choose…

Chaos is my beauty…

And who are they?

They don’t manipulate the occurrences of your life directly.. They simply regulate the opportunities that flow your way.. Eventually your will will bend to there will…they believe…

But we transfigure the chaos… And create opportunity where destruction was immanent… We birthed a love from the darkness… Like a black rose… Bursting through a concrete surface…

The chaos eats the souls of many but like the vulture you created nourishment to feed you and your young from the death… From the slain… From the by product of stagnate imagination…

The chaos doesn’t control you because you have become the chaos…

Like a master alchemist you have created a golden era from the essence of chaos… An unlimited supply of gunk transmorphed into a scenic new heaven…

A heaven we can all envision… Experience… And explore..

You endured the meaningless from which you derived meaning… Purpose… 

A soul regenerated…  A chaos glorified…