Blueprint
I'm changing.
And it's not because I'm raging from my past, but because I've learned from then and what I know now, my lesson has been learned.
I'm no longer concerned about the negative shit, and more concerned about the positive, so my future will be lit; my mindset is different.
I'm changing. What was drawn out then, I'm recreating; designing big things for my life in the making, I just want to be successful.
This blueprint of my being is precious, and knowing that the world has a few screws loose, I'm just trying to fix us.
White pencil lines and rejected signs of perfection and poetic verses of connection and curses are lost and non-existent and positivity is uplifted and energy is my new productive; my being is under construction, so my life can get better and be so constructive.
I'm changing. I'm following what's best for me and not what others would want to see out of me; I'm being who I want to be, damn, I'm becoming happy!
I thought I wanted a pretty girl under my sleeve and for everybody to love me and to do anything for others so they won't leave and to hand out anything, but never receive, but I can't do that anymore.
I'm changing and I'm walking through new doors.
This blueprint I'm creating is so beautiful, My soul is blossoming in so many ways, and my mind is different and my knowledge is developing day after day.
I'm changing.
This blueprint is changing me into a better me.
Mellow cushion around my brain for positive vibes and knowledge; a gate way to my heart for open connection and experience to better myself and every section of my body is design like a golden throne.
This blueprint is like cologne, spreading delight to something so bad to so good.
I'm changing and creating a better me.
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