waving at the people in the distance as though i know them, remembering i don’t, vague memories confused me, ghost movements from the past re-emerging. reflections in the glass
they’re inserting chips and wires into my clay body and i’m letting them because i’ve decided i’m going with the flow now. i’m not fighting the progression of technology and control because i realized it actually feels so good to surrender
actually. (everything is beginning again and light is shimmering through the cracks but don’t say this out loud because they’ll ruin it ) all is normal
can’t hang out sorry. i can’t. my wrists are tied by a rope so i literally can’t leave. my knees are skinned because i’m stuck on a rock and the water is up to my navel and the sea keeps rising and i’m gagged so i can’t call for help or leave. and you can’t come over because you’d try to untie me
what if i protected you. what if i helped you find the shield within you that’s made of soft impenetrable translucent reflective cartilage which protected not only you but me and behind it we could flee from danger before it even sees us. what if that was the way i protect you, would you allow it?
when you finally escape the confines of the place once known as twitter
there is no sin to be guilty of or act to be ashamed of, there are only lies that come from pride and ego. there is no forgiveness, only awareness and acceptance of truth. truth is love, and love is the only productive force. everything else is death
everything is exactly as beautiful as you want it to be and you aren’t any less delusional for thinking it isn’t
i feel like i’ve been saying the same things for centuries — millennia — across lifetimes, that i’m the same character reincarnated and i will again continue to be until the end of time. i feel like i’ve always been alive and i always will be. i experience it as a relief
it is a blue screen of Life, for those with eyes to see ..
