Part 1. (Before I realized)
My eyes were as red as crimson when my mind goes blank. My soul was vacuum, and could only be thoughtless, ignorant, and indolent.
My “inner man” believes the apparent effect of my entire being and not the actual me. My tongue rolled out words of fortune, luck, and chance. I yearn for positive thoughts and ideas, but my head could only produce the reverse.
Spontaneously, my dreams became lofty. My visions blurred then my hope fled.
“This is not me!” I scolded. I knew wisdom could be beautified by the calmness of the mind…