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I ponder at my wake will there be a summon. Am a conduit of sorts. A mirror to your self. A cast or creed or tribe. A debate in the darkness. Am I a saint or a sinner. A man or a woman. Am I lonely with myself. Is it just the truth of everything that allows me to sit and judge. Am I you. Let go. Let it be.
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Things seem to pass us by every day, one thing after the next, with any information at our fingertips
It’s time to be more honest with ourselves and those around us. Time will pass by, and the unknown is scary.
One thing I can’t do is lie about who I am and what I am doing. I hope my intentional persistence can ground those around me, even if it is awkward for me
It’s hard being alive, but being alive is the best part.
Jan 23, 2025
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The only one who knows you best is yourself, so give them a chance.
You are the gladiator that rides your chariot into every battle, facing whatever awaits them. You return to your den from battle night after night, bloodied and battered from the wear and tear. When you find yourself shriveled in the darkest corners of your mind, do find this:
”My mind, it plays tricks;
persists; so fickle it can’t pick
-but, within me I must know,
that one day I will glow,
and rise above all I cannot fix”
Jan 8, 2025
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“I am nothing, I am everything, and I’m certainly never in between to two. It’s stupid to think I could be anything other than me, miserable and birthed. Death to everyone who isn’t such things. What is the point of life if not to indulge every dreadfully mediocre sadness to its climax only to realize you have to get off a whole single file line of dreadfully mediocre sadnesses? Respite is only plausible in physicality. There is no escape from a self pitying and exhaustingly guilty mind. Hypocrisy after hypocrisy, I weave myself more securely into my mental web. No one gets in, no one gets out. It’s the way I like it and the way I insurmountably loathe it, balanced by the progression of life itself.”
Jan 29, 2025
