... Dear Mr. P - [stop] - ... I was your knife in the water, a credit card kept exclusively for killing - [stop] - I was a gingersnap on your sugar train, a flower-filled glory box to swallow your whole wide world - [stop] - I was night, night of the electric insects, praying mantis and ladybug — nervous animals, lotus eaters, enjoying a ceremonial after meal - [stop] - I was slivers of pseudoscience poisoned by man-made seasons — a new and beautiful and interesting disease - [stop] - You and me, we are now the same — snapshots in sheared time, before the closedown of our impossibly ****** impulses - [stop] - ... Best wishes, V ···
Selfishness only breeds jealousy is a phrase I have repeated hundreds, perhaps, thousands of times.
It is like medicine. In a bout of melancholy, I simply must repeat this phrase a few dozen times, and I am okay, in fact, maybe I am better than okay.
When exactly shall I learn that I do not need to be a part of anything? I can do an act purely for the sake of the act itself. There is no need for self gratification. Surely, there are others who have lived selflessly before. Then what is my excuse?
Under my breath, I mutter once again, Selfishness only breeds jealousy, ahh... It doesn't really help, does it?