Everything changes.
The evolved maturity grabs hold of foolishness and squeezes the life out
of the primordial self. We cannot let go
of ourselves. We cannot understand our
own meaning without the other. The mind
continually gives commands that we have no knowledge of or care to get involved
in. The imperfect person changed is not necessarily
the perfect person presented. The new
person is only a darker more frustrating individual who can now see a little
better. The Loss of our routine and the
way it used to be only accentuates the empty alone feelings that haunt our
inner man. Most of us refuse to look,
and those of us who do, can only gasp in horror and fright. The abyss, bottomless, is a trail of tears,
loss, and hopelessness. The fall is
terrifying. Run my friend! Run into the
smoke of darkness and rubber, because this murky place is your
destruction. Your mind decolonized and
undone. All that is left is our
surrender to the inner warrior that is calling us, prodding us, insisting that
life is lived at the bottom of the ooze.
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