Pushing Towards Purity

I seek purity in my life.

No, not sexual purity. This purity has nothing to do with morals or ethics.

I seek to be solely me, unhampered by outside influences, intune with myself so well that I can sing my own song.

I feel like a crumpled piece of paper, slowly unfolding myself to see the image imprinted within.

I strive for purity of self, purity of emotions and thoughts. I want to untangle these things in my head.

I'm attracted to those who are clean. Whether or not they are damaged, whether or not they have enough baggage to fill a Surfliner, I seek those who are sane. Insanity is a jagged line, instability a wobbly table.

I sand at my legs until they stand flat.

You look towards wind, and it is pure. It is nothing more than itself. No internal conflict, no stressors, no desires battling it out, looking for victory. It may hammer you, it may knock you to the ground, it may be full of particles not originally belonging to it, but there is no question of acceptance of self.

You have to respect that.

There's no wavering definitions.

It just is.

I strive to just be.

I drive towards that moment where I know that no matter where I am, who I am with, what I may be doing, there is internal purity. I am untainted, unfolded, the perfect image of myself.