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I think subliminaly some people know that success is limited to there environment. It’s pretty much a farse. you could become super successful and rich, but what’s it worth after all is bought or accomplished.. nothing without society saying so. Or you could live in your cabin and feel just as successful doing what you say is worthwhile. Both of which are great.
I’m a pessimist, ideally I’d like to have a cabin, fire, and a creak, self sufficiency and to live out my life accomplishing as little as possible, but to do so I’d have to sell myself enough to afford land, my child’s future, and an decent sized interest bearing account to pay for the taxes. Sooo the system has its ways of forcing us to play and that’s just the way of our day and I struggle with the why there’s greed and corruption when there’s no ultimate gain from winning it all unless the future has foretold some worldly super powers that we must progress aggressively in order to survive..heck maybe Mother Earth knows that doom is inevitable and we are her way escaping and traveling the galaxy. Idk I don’t think there’s actually reasons behind anything and logic is archaic tool that is limiting people. Imagine if logic wasn’t in your forethought if it wasn’t right up front blocking the view. If instinct and insight was there and logic didn’t cipher your decision because there’s no law of competition with each other,  only natural trusting coexistence, and you didn’t question your survival instinct because people are no longer making complex variables of deception in order to cannibalize on each others life force.  Idk mate I guess we are the dominant species and we have it pretty awfully good and everything is just naturally evolving forever. And it’s always all good
I dig you and all the oddities that you are.
Just need you, in my head, in my heart, twisting me up and dancing with my soul.
Wish I could kiss you to death, revive you with electric love and lick your soul in its private parts.
If your lips are the last thing I taste every night, l'd never need dessert.
Passionate dribble
We live in an nonsensical world Of Happiness, time and importance.
.. us. we you. we build with clay We time our day and we pray for happiness every night
But all we do is move dirt back and forth
Slaves of soil, rock, and gold of Earth
Our design keeps us and we keep it, delicate and beautiful
illusions of our fancy And aimlessly prancing
For what we are we are not, but what are for isn't for you, us, or we but l a unity without the gravity of purpose,
I, propose no importance, happiness or even time For this couldn't be any more contradictory of infinity.
So she guides us with her soft touch into an endless endeavor of moving the Earth
Let us call it bewilderness. That place I can't find. the same place that keeps someone without walls or chains. Perhaps a vast eternity of wandering, a piece of perpetual nothing inside everything.
Mine is yours, I'd be inclined to breathe.
Dark and deeply unfound
A something of nothing where nothing is everything.
One day.
Not yet will be yesterday
Death wont be mourned
Neither will Life
I cannot tell you how this began, and i can only dream the beautiful irony in the midst of the end.
It's hard to shake her.
She managed to shove her blade descretley, through a weak spot in my armor.
she slid it deep and with a piercing smile,
.. she knew I wasn't even aware.
What does she want with me?
Is it only to conquer the best.
Perhaps she just wants to know she's there.
With a gentle twist, I was bound to her for an eternity. Her eternity

— The End —