kickinglovers

Find yourself, up against another brick wall. See yourself up against the glass, breath staining the reflection like time. Some momentary glimpse of how the future might be. Ressurected like a force much greater than the primary source; vanity pulls holes in the shell. Woven wool wrapped around your fingers, ready to crumble at the touch of it all. Too much to touch, your vast knowledge of the infinite drives a wedge of matter between and possible hope. Driven by the longstanding knowledge ever since you were small, that our being is nothing but nothing. Self does not exist. You kept this to yourself of course.. mustn't alarm the other children. Self is a creation derived by observation and influence by others.
If this information should leak, you know it will cause chaos. What will a world without self be? The confusion will mount and you will be held at fault... No.. mustn't let on you know the secret.
Maybe because you loved too easily, the shattering of your heart sliced the way forward for the rows and rows of infinite useless knowledge you were about to gain. Your awareness soared.. and your confidence shriveled. Sometimes it's so loud, the humble mumble of words and apostrophies... you think it would deafen you. It never stops. It just stands at your door like another begging soldier of war.

It never stops.

2 days.

.xo

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