It’s hard to stay my course. I think often about what is, what could be, what will be, and become paralyzed by the possibilities. Those possibilities, that what is could have been something else, and as I watch the plastic world around me… it all fades away. That maybe I could have been more. That struggle to be real, and larger than life, but to be swallowed by so many fake happenings…

What does it mean? What does it mean, to be real? For me, it means to continuously thrust myself into these grooves. I hear the music. I feel the air in my lungs as I speak. It changes partway through, and as it becomes words, I already begin dissociating. I know somebody’s listening, but I’ll never know if they know me. Maybe the first step is to let myself know them. Whoever you are, wherever you go, let it be love that drives you. Let all hate wash away with the rain, be taken by the tide, and stones, and sand, and the tiniest of jellyfish. Let it become something new. Something beautiful. That those on opposing shores be brought to tears of joy when you reach them.

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Wish more, want more, grab without delay
These bursting hurts sore far beyond dismay
For if you left me, then I could be yours
Until then, find them on opposing shores

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I know times are rough. But please, find it in your heart to forgive those who mattered to you once. Even if that special somebody is yourself. Bring them back in, share a mirror, and find what’s special. Keep it safe. That kindness may one day be all we have. Thank you, and have a blessed day.