Circus

The totality of a being is vastly expansive. Borders of personality are easy to cross, and I find myself in unstable, delirious-like territory.

I would like to have a stronghold on who I am, or, at least, who I present as. My presentation is also fluid, if I let my core breathe.

To be used is a common peril in these lands. Out of all the shapes and forms I could take, some are particulary useful to others, and it is in their nature to try to convince me that that is who I am – the presentation that is most useful to them.

It is up to me to comprehend the fluidity and vast possibilities of my self-expression, and to choose myself from moment to moment, as I wish. To present, in each moment, the most rooted expression of my being. The delirium and madness, when rooted, bring about a divine circus – I am not pretending, but presenting

all that is usually pushed to the background,

the weird,
the unusual,
the eccentric.