Aud Dialogues

 Death has never been just an external experience. Our first encounter with death was never through the loss of someone. We've always initially internally experienced death. It has always started with us Through the memories we've lost that we wish we hadn't. Memories that we cling onto that only weighs us down. Memories that we get on our knees for and pray we forget but can't. Memories that are effortlessly fading that we aren't aware of. We're in a constant process of mourning. We're always mourning memories every time we transition and evolve into new being. What we never realize is that the memories that stay are merely points of references They're reference to learn from, to pull inspiration from and fuel you. We need to make space for new memories. So allow yourself to mourn those memories. Do hold on to those that effortlessly choose to stay, there are always lessons in those. There is always something to cherish in thos7b7he ithat stayed. Don

  You know what people are never vocal about when talking about surrendering, the evidence thereof. Everyone seems to have a consensus of what you should and shouldn't do. Like accept what is and don't make plans. I think that there are universal truths that we share in the world and I find that they'll always  mirror nature. We've attached so many human symbols of verification to things that have nothing to do with the actual thing. Like how a bird pooping on you is a sign of luck. I'm leaning more into a universal symbol that mimics nature because of the contrast that exist within humans. Our journeys, perspectives and beliefs are different therefore evidences will always be morphed into a multitude of things depending on an individual's perspective. Honestly I don't think truth works like that. I don't think it can be morphed. Besides that I think most of these evidences or proofs we are addicted to seeking are always interpreted with a very human

 You were there when darkness felt heavy and began to choke me only to suffocate but not kill me. You were there when I could fill up a bathtub with tears that I'd merely float in but not drown in You've ingrained words that helped me escape too many holes people dug that I jumped into You've helped me be the light in the darkness As I spin aimless you helped me find directions to the light but now  But now you preside over me and consume me You occupy every corner of my brain with so much force you even have the audacity to illude me into thinking I have control but I'm merely your prisoner  Maybe I should've just chocked and floated till I wasn't  It had to be a pen that saved me But it's the very same tool whose words I can't escape  It's the same tool that has turns words against the writer You think a pen is the greatest treasure until you realise that it can still write paragraphs without a wordsmith I can't seem to tame the monster because

  There's been this one recurring thought in my mind and it says that I should listen to myself more. There are so many voices I don't even know which one is my inner self's voice. This journey of trusting someone/something you don't know or can't see rather thatim embarking is will be full of surprises I cannot wait to experience. It feels as though I have my hands tied behind my back. I'm being thrown into a pool and the one rule is don't drown. The only way to not drown is to not try to swim but let go till your feet reach the ground and only then  push do you have to push yourself up to the surface. The level of surrendering that needs to be done is scarry because it's new. And honestly I've been swimming all my life, letting go and trying not to swim will be a challenge.  We've been exposed to alot of things that can be  seen and touched. That has turned us ignorant to things that aren't seen but can be heard. Believing and trusting th