making us feel the things
that make us forget
how tortured we are...
in a reality
that makes no sense
unless
our senses
are stimulated
in ways that make drugs seem pointless
that makes alcohol
a waste of water and sugar
that makes food
and meaningful conversation
the best ending
to the worse days...
we watch
as relationships
sour
because
our lights weren’t bright enough
our energies weren’t tuned enough
our priorities were so misplaced
that we
stuck to the rules
instead of not giving a fuck
long enough to cross over
instead of not believing
that there really are no rules
to things that make our souls
overflow with things that we
can’t describe
because the words
haven’t been invented...
there is pain.
there is joy.
there is lust.
there is contentment.
there is satisfying your lover
because you love them
more than you love yourself
but
that is a rule
that only some of us follow
and
some of us don’t even know
what love is
and
so some of us
fake it until we make it
and
making it
usually means
breaking the hearts of those that
already knew there
weren’t any rules
and
we just couldn’t grasp that
concept...
not ready...
too scared too jump
but
I jumped twice
and
there was nothing there
to break my fall
to catch my spirit
as my physical body stalled
thinking this was the moment
that something inside of me
had been preparing me for all along
not knowing what it was called
but knowing how it felt
and
it felt like death both times
it feels like death each time
I see people like me
get their worlds shattered
by illusions we create
only to realize
that it wasn’t illusions we were creating
we were living in destinies
designed for us
by us
several lifetimes
before getting it right
and
when we got it right
we didn’t even know it
because
someone sold us on rules
that only applied to those
unsure of what it was
that was before them
there has got to be a blueprint to the madness,
right?
There has got to be a way
there has got to be some
sort of structure
there has got to be a thing
that tells us
how life works
and if we follow it to the T
we should be okay,
right?
Well, if being okay
is the
“okay”
you want to settle for
then I guess there are
4 billion
4 hundred and
44 million
4 hundred and
44 thousand
4 hundred and
44 different blueprints
that we could subscribe to
to tell us that being okay
is enough
but
what is okay if it is someone else’s version
of what “okay” is?
See,
that’s the lie
and the problem is
there really isn’t anything
that we can use to
refute the lies
that we believe in every single day
‘cus the lie
is the truth that we have been
told
is the lie...
So, what do you believe in?
I mean, what is left to believe
in?
We have an advanced society
that is convinced that going backwards
will Make America Great Again
we have people promoting hate
as the new love
we have people afraid to make connections
because the connections
they made in the past
almost destroyed them
you have artists and creatives
unsure of their abilities
because "likes"
trump investing
reposting passively supports
and nobody supports anyone these days
if there isn’t anything in it for them
so
how the hell can anyone love anyone
in a world like this?
There isn’t an answer that I can tell you
but
there might be an answer that I can help you feel
the only problem is,
you have to ask
the right question
first...
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