Musing

It is okay to smile once in a while, even when times aren’t great it is okay to treat yourself. And not to project our desire through pent-up frustration. Take the good moments where you can get them, and there is no need for the poet to pepper those blessings with bitter tears, they are fine where they are.

Sip the whiskey, taste the wine, drink the beer. Take a hit or two. And don’t let their pent-up frustrated jealousy be framed to make you feel guilt. They take you for what you are. or they don’t take you at all. But don’t contort yourself to their mold.

I will keep writing until the algorithm kicks me off.

I know that much. And finding it isn’t easy. Sometimes it is fucking hard. But they tell it to you like it is so fucking simple, just change your frame of mind. Well, fuck you. That is not what I meditate ten minutes a day for. I want to escape the guilt not add another layer to it.

They will never understand whilst their heart is in the money they make from it. You can’t blame them they have nothing else to offer. So, take their wisdom. If you can afford it. But of you can you probably don’t need it. And so, the victims keep stepping in line. And bodies pile up.

It will be better next time. The nightmares are getting worse. They're more psychological than anything gory. And that is worse. Waking up psychologically traumatised before even starting your day. Still, it keeps things entertaining.

I don’t know what was worse the knowledge that I was climbing but wishing I could fall. But some days have surprises. And some have none at all. And every day is special to someone. If not me.

So, we step out into it. Every dirt breath stanching minute because we have to. We might be trying to change it but we have to live through it to do it. It is easy to judge from outside the frame but in here the brush strokes are overlapping. Everything is a little greyer.

I just keep going. I guess why not. I have nothing else to do.

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