#305 To the silent dormant genius in you, I have a message.

I have long hair, and it doesn’t bother me a bit.
You don’t care, and that’s true, but hey, it’s lit.

I have dreamed to fly and flying I have with wings I have yet to see.
You’re not sure what I'm smoking, but a mist is already forming, rising from within the depths of the sea.

I have changed without changing. And you have no clue how that could be.
In you, there is a silent, dormant genius that doesn’t know how to wake up. And yet awakened it needs to be.

It yawns every now and then, and a glimmer pierces through.
You are astounded by its radiance, yet quickly it fades too.

Don’t you look great, long hair or not, the glamour shines true.
Beyond the thick mist hides a genius dormant in you, and so far, you had no clue.

Stretch far, stretch wide, pull yourself apart to release you.
The dormant shall no longer be silent, and in you, a new you shall be born out of the silent genius that lies within the depths of you.

To the silent, dormant genius in you, I have a message

It’s about you and yet it has nothing to do with you.
Once the genius is awakened, no You will remember you.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~