some people
Could have it all
Everything they want and dream of
If they just got the fuck out of their own way
But all this self doubt
This panic
This cynicism
This self hate
Or self imposed repudiation
Kills it
annihilates it completely into oblivion
Were you're to blind to see
You even had it
So close
Yet so far
I am compelled to write. It helps me digest and interpret my ruminations. Here I present them in complete truth.
Sunday, June 18, 2017
I'm just grateful
can't I be that?
Why do people find it so hard to believe
That I matter what
No matter
I can find something to be grateful for
I am still here
I am still alive
I still get to play
*******
When you can see past all the lies
All the idiocy
All the misconceptions
Preceptions
Masks and parades
The farce
Is the beauty
Of life
Of living
At its core
Beneath the falsities
Lies the truth of living
The joy
Of being alive
Of perceiving
Of being perceived
Of living
Of breathing
And sensing
Of ourselves
Of each other
The glory
Of just this thing
We call life
Why do people find it so hard to believe
That I matter what
No matter
I can find something to be grateful for
I am still here
I am still alive
I still get to play
*******
When you can see past all the lies
All the idiocy
All the misconceptions
Preceptions
Masks and parades
The farce
Is the beauty
Of life
Of living
At its core
Beneath the falsities
Lies the truth of living
The joy
Of being alive
Of perceiving
Of being perceived
Of living
Of breathing
And sensing
Of ourselves
Of each other
The glory
Of just this thing
We call life
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