Sunday, September 26, 2021

Pictures Live Inside

 

I have adored what I cannot possess as one hurting himself. I have thought of beauty, mainly in others, terrified I have lost reality: some core creature, some caveat monster, while I muse upon nobility. the problem is harsh, the understanding is harsher, It will never be as a person insists!

 

while reality becomes ideal, idyllic, impure, one may see a conundrum, a sphinx, much disappointment. it happens in people: I see goodness, I long to have it near, it has its own life. is it persuaded? does it vacillate? it appears to know what love is!

 

I have no qualifications, outside of self-reflection, needing something unhuman—some essence, substance, familiar in our history; a walking inconsistency, whereat, a deeper casualty, or too consistent to garden true reality.

 

here I run a risk, nevertheless, I must ask: if gentle friendship, with a weakness, does one turn away? this is a deeper question, it demands altruism, it shuns pride, ego: if we mesh, if love is radiant, do I veto you for your errors? of course, violence is wrong, mind control is ruthless, but gentility is hard to manufacture.

 

I’ll leave that to others, as not trying to convince, but if it happens often, in different situations, with different people, one must adjust, or cleave to the ideal.

 

many beautiful souls, lost in art, losing self—in humans, in powers, in decency one creates; with film inside, cameras inside, moments documented, outlined, as they live in us.  

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