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degredation now. ideas of action coming on strong, seeming right, obvious. seems ridiculous not to.
either true, or desperate clutches at a dying entity. and then i think about it. i think about the alternative.
and it hits me.
a hard wall ahead. i cant see past it. but it is hard, unpleasant... and walking it will be hard.
and then it hits me again.
not hard. insane. insanity. i will go insane.
and then I ask myself
why am i so afraid of going insane?
i tell myself, because i'm afraid of losing something. of dying.
but its what i've been running towards this whole time, i see as i stand back.
i'm going to go insane. and nothing will make it better because going insane is the byproduct of death. a death will occur. the death of who i am, right now, at this instant.
a sacrifice i knowingly am making now, to better myself. to promise my body mind and spirit something better afterwards.
now that's love. |
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