this title too shall pass
are we entering entropy
each who fights for the title
a mountain of bodies deceased that were climbing and trying to reach the sun, when the sun hits us perfectly by just standing outside...
somehow I meet you here closer than if I had tried to create a transactional economy out of my words, because the me writing and the you reading is always beyond that, and the something beyond within us always knows that, and it will always be something beyond...
my thoughts today look like the love and gifting from unconditional nature, sacrifice, love at the loss of our hearts, the suffering we endure at the hand of ourselves via guilt, other than this i'm not sure what I think.
maybe we can rebuild from inside, like giving beyond the ego for a second
like stopping and hearing our fate without tainting it. I have stopped trying to remedy my existentialism. I have imagined the worst scenarios, after all, my dreams wont let me escape them. We are all one and together and never alone. Fear no Evil. I am young and wild. So are you, forever.
You have everything in this moment, don't let it pass you, don't let them fracture your attention.
This too shall pass.