I sit alone outside.
Its quiet outside, the quiet is nice.
I listen, I stare.
I smell, I taste,
I feel, I think.
I think of you. I think of so much. I think i’m crazy.
But then again…
Maybe I am..
Maybe I am something incredible,
something regenerated and rebirth from the balance of chaos and order.
Maybe I am.. composed of beats and waves, constantly going, constantly flowing.
Pushed. Pushed because perpetual acceleration is an oxymoron.
Pushed because the will to live is no longer our will; but content,
Content to carry about daily in vein ignorance.
Afraid. Afraid of knowledge, afraid of emotion, afraid of fear,
–of love, of hate, of happiness, and of joy
–of promise, of devotion, of care. Just content.
So you stay content to conform, congratulations to you and yours.
Cohorts to cease this core concept, that is my cause. So, yes. I’m crazy.
But who isn’t?
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