most pride
integrity. behavior bedded in personality. or, with timidity, we call it serene
detachment. in a sky of anguish, or accepted condition, maybe not
searching for a state of being. to tremble at facts. to die one last fruit. at
pain we come to become into. so cultic in design, too human to depend on, while
we ask, “Are we simply chasing happiness?”
suffering is
deathless. a mother finds peace. we seem to endorse and resist individuality.
what is being? it seems eclectic – the definition that is. namely, a freedom
clause, in a contract, that hasn’t accepted your freedom.
we meet people, causeless
people, in a causeless world, where this is contradiction. for causality is a
law, insomuch as we search, and there it sings, a reason for action, interpretation,
even fear and trepidation.
one watches,
sleeping misery, it feels pathological, where too much acceptance reads like
passivity. a person exhibits anger, it seems nonchalant, but when ignored, it
becomes a vendetta. we remove first person, as if first person has disappeared,
while popular science pleads for pure objectivity. an aged old conundrum. a
subject can’t disappear. therefore, a subject is making those analyses. (just a
heads up, the subjective person is always a personal projector.)
topaz
intelligence, made sweet, like roots in dandelions. to sit in sweltering heat,
inside an airy office, to realize something delicate: those different
experiences with an underlying cause while it’s difficult to separate persons.
something positive is derided. frustration comes with maverick realization. a
cactus separates two people. both are beautiful, pain doesn’t weaken that,
while both are suspicious.
daybreak is
yawning. a wreck is wobbling. it debates forgiveness. we vitiate happiness as
kernel. while experiencing happiness. where happiness is a state of being, while
contentment is a prize.
what is utter
contentment, or dissonance, or pathological survival? a man makes it clear,
there is bitterness, where a man is irritable. maybe scientists understand,
maybe Phoenicia is redeemed, or maybe Israel treks the desert.
