A sketch of Lesliech


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Ego

I find myself screaming. Yet there is no language.

I seek confirmation from my spirit. Yet it gives me no joy.

Where is my spirit? Is it lost in the true colors of the world, waiting for me to seek it out?

I long to be released, but my body is pleading me to stay. For one more day, one more hour, one more... minute.

"Wake up son. You are not alone. For I am your spiritual conscience, and I have always been by your side."





The kind of mask I wear

I approach others like I do when I look at myself in the mirror. How you choose to treat me, shall be my reflection onto yourself.

I won't ask, won't plead, and won't be your guide to your own ways of dealing with people. But know this, the minute you cross me, you will bear the consequences of your own karma. That is the truth I bear onto you.

I do not ask, do not play mind games with others. I simply treat others the way they treat me.

How you pay me my dues shall be how I give you yours.

Not a cent more, or less.






Spirit

Will you find me annoying, when I lecture you on your lax decision making on ethics?

Will you find me distracting when I call you out on your stubbornness to listen?

Can you find no solace in understanding me instead of my constant leniency with your irresponsibilities?

This is your conscience speaking, are you even listening to me?





What's home to me?

I breathe fire. My land is where thought I once spend the rest of my existence.

Normally fire does not associate with serenity, yet this is what my ideal home should be. Calmness of the air I digest to expunge heat through my senses.

The house of the Serene Fire.






What sword do I wield?

My sketchpad is my iphone to the world I observe.

I choose to go back in time in order to look forward. History and context to me is like knife and butter. Truth is the buttered bread.

I need to understand the fundamentals before I leap.

I will make mistakes on my first try. But after that, routine sets in and I become a machine, a machine of thoughts and complex patterns that combine to weave magic on the dance floor.

I will always be inclusive of others when I act the clown in order to keep peace around me through entertainment.

I seek to end all conflicts, but I will always minimize or even prevent them from happening to begin with.

 



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