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and every day I'm learning...
it's okay to not be unique.

because the human race is so utterly beautiful
art, music, science, discovery, exploration, adaptation
love, warmth, healing, unity,

i could ramble for eternity

about how much i love human beings

so why should it be an insult
to be just like
my fellow man

when everyone is so beautiful, so worthy, and so human.

what an incredible thing to be
i don't love life right now, or even the people around me, but I have friends and humanity as a whole and all we've accomplished and all we've done is amazing. Just take a walk around where you live and really think about it all, everything. It's incredible.
suspended in the air
creations of your own kind of flight

wispy strands protect and feed you
the weary that are trapped by your game

crawling and weaving,
flightless yet flying,
ever graceful,

the spider and his web.
spiders seem like they're flying because their webs are so translucent. kind of dreamy.
take hold of that enduring poison
deep within me

that grips my stomach
and winds it around spindly fingers

untangle it
from my familiar web of emotions

be cautious

coax it out of me
little by little

set me free
to blossom in happiness
friends help you feel better
I shall be a starving artist then.
eating my heart to fill my belly,
throwing it up into my work.
i want to know what it's like
in those in-betweens

in between the stars
where it's impossibly quiet

in between light and dark
where the sun and moon sleep

in between me and you
where there's all the love in the world

in between my feet and the earth
where creatures might be

in between loving and hating
where there's a heart breaking

in between heaven and hell
where we live

in between the atoms of objects
what's in there?

in between is the most curious place to be,
it seems.
always out of reach
you can never quite grasp it

you have opposite poles
and it's repelling you as soon as you get close

it's a sphere of unknown knowledge
unattainable but not forbidden

you can only know it in death
if you can even then

what you always want to know
but have no way to seek

the secrets most well kept
that die with every confidant

humanity's most asked question
but also most unanswered

your mind can't nearly process it
no one's can

the end of life,
beginning of death

and what life means
why were we put here
and how
who

what?

the earth will keep it a secret
and I will surely go mad
What's the meaning of life?
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