“Do
not apologize for pain.” “But it seems taboo or unguaranteed the measure of a
person’s ailments.” so understanding
or so chilly while most become addicts—its freedom its cage while entering to
exit—a life at this rate so average feeling grand or back to dirty muddy
layers.
I was optimistic during years while
answers seemed unnatural. to absorb energy to look harder most behaviors are deliberate;
to know it will confuse as this is its purpose while speaking nicely. or to
lose control over lakes as anxiety streams closer: the frame of its monster
such tar in musicians such disobedient hostility; as it paints in acrylic or
drifting so much in our disgusts. mutual wrath or moments truths should hide
such a house upon a cloud—where pessimism chuckles or jazz is sweet or blues
gets us closer—by mange of the stray or courage of the lemur or the lofty
malice of its authority figure.
“Most
people suffer from resistance. It’s in needing excellence. It’s in seeing with
our bias vision. Something etches at us our way is most apparent—many will live
tenacity. By walls or intangible argument many will refuse empiricism.”
those parts in malaise as heaviness
as a hell we respect. so entwined such broken beliefs while most must have a
mind for specifics. as casual thieves in casual lies where we distress for
personal misuse—of diamond cuts or drilling hearts to be excellent here
as disastrous there. such miracle in life such waken voice such careful
disregard or subtle where two must understand—as a pain in our system a vigor
so deliberate, for misery has sprung.
