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ALL TRUTHS MUST ALIGN.

IS IT TOO MUCH HEAT FOR THE ONES WE LOVE?

In an attempt to escape categorization, I have inadvertently beguiled myself

THE WORDS OF THE PROPHETS ARE WRITTEN ON THE SUBWAY WALLS

do good things that will make other people feel joy. create warmth. there is so much grey area. so much nuance, so much we take for granted, so much to be seen and so much that must go unseen. you can still make a choice, though. sometimes your actions don’t have to be grey. it’s easy to forget how physically simple it is to employ a gesture that will genuinely make someones day. tell a stranger you love her smile. not in a creepy way though, in an “i appreciate you” kinda way. tell someone they’re doing a great job. do a favor for someone in need and expect nothing in return. do the little things that you wish more people did. the things that nobody even thinks about. touch someone’s heart. it may seem weird or awkward at first, but it’s necessary and it’s beautiful. reject the conventional. just do something for the sake of brightening up your narrow little slice of the world. it’s not that hard. we make it seem so complicated but it’s not. i need to believe this. for my own good. my reliance on this is a potential conflict of interest, yeah, but my more reasonable side tells me it’s true regardless of whether or not I need it to be true. this kind of truth is the best truth. one that affirms itself to you in a very real way while also bringing sunshine into your life, no delusion needed. a win-win. sometimes things are just good. cherish them. see through the veil and reach for something pretty.

TAKE A LONG COLD LOOK AT YOURSELF AND ASK, “WHO HAVE I BECOME?”, BUT REALIZE, YOU MAY ONLY SEE YOUR SHADOW.

Put your body on a list of things that I did not know

we painted our faces we put on a mask we painted our faces with colors and hues we did up our bodies with markings of kings I tinted the background to make it look pretty I pained in my forearms she laughed at my dreams

My memory bank is in no way FDIC insured

Imma die livin’

it never ever ever stops

Last night I dreamed of thunder and lightning in a clear blue sky. These days roll by much faster than I’d like, definitely much faster than I signed up for. I did not consent to any of this. Life is a lot. Sometimes I let humor drown out everything in my field of view- until there’s nothing that actually feels worth enjoying. It’s all a big joke. Nah. Irony is no substitute for immodest sincerity. To deal in sarcasm is, in a word, to cope. To deal in sincerity is to live. Too much time has been spent reading up on life’s terms and conditions, trying to learn how to act and what to think and who to be, instead of just hitting accept and then acquainting myself with the details later. There’s no replacement for experience and passion cannot be imitated. Experience is the lifeblood. I’ve been a fool to tell myself these past few years that I felt sad because my life had no meaning. I was wrong. I felt sad because my life had no joy. Not in all the hours I spent seeking answers in books or on Wikipedia was I ever able to capture anything remotely comparable to the depth of feeling and glimmer of understanding absorbed in my most fleeting, breathtaking moments of passion. Falling in love. The shock of loss. The pain of failure. The joy of success. The peace of comfort. The hubris of youth. The rigors of the unknown. You know. I’m still feeling my way around.

Sometimes it's grammatically easier to say less than what you mean

And that fucks you up.

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