i've been trying my hand at a bunch of creative outlets to understand the best one for me. there’s something I’m desperately trying to say but I don’t know what. not sure I even know who. who I am that is. corny I know. but maybe part of understanding my own identity is seeing what comes onto the blank page. this raw unfiltered form…is that me? am I the subconscious thoughts that flow without an inkling to fame, popularity, societal standards, whatever other anxieties, customs and understandings that might force me to censor some too this. but maybe that’s all part. if we understand that through the history of time people have learned things which they pass on intuitively. what geneticists may call epigenetics. The idea that knowledge of coping with situations that might actually be detrimental to once survival can transform a species’ genetic code generations down. it may not be a novel thought or perhaps a thought at all. just some ramblings of a crazy man. hopefully before the crazy takes over I can regurgitate all the beauty I’ve soaked up through my life. is an incessant need to understand who I am actually crippling me from who I can be? how do you separate who you are from who you can ever be? all the infinite versions. the kangs, the ricks. I want to be all of them. but no kang is the kang of all dimensions and timelines. there’s only one kang in each timeline for a reason. what does discovering that can mean? how do you do that? what air you are all the other kings but you don’t fulfill your destiny? is that what I’m most afraid of? what if I’m just normal?
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