can't not not be unreal, wheather you try or not.
weather the weather is cold or hot it's not just whether or not
sometimes when i handstand I fart and air goes into my butt not out
and the sun rises and sets; as the earth turns without a doubt

now venus is in taurus and the brightest wanderer wanders from the goatfish to the centaur
the million ancensotrs that chose to die to make you you, looked skywards and the sky looked back

for

Iam older than any mountains, my arms span from as star to star.
my tears run deeper than the ocean, my heart skips hotter than the sun

struggle and misery; why the cling clang bang song over and over?
take rest sweet one, take rest - beauty embodied,

why cling when you already have. why try to escape when you're already free?
why thirst when you are endless water itself.

take rest take rest

the struggle to not do something, reinforces it.

the trick isnot to do something or not do something

coz either way collapses into a self sustaining binary feedback loop

just gently draw ones attention to the place that is not dis or that

When he picks up the phone
His voice is the same
A flush in my cheeks; my heart beats a fist through my ribs
And just like that
I remember his house
Catching the train to be with him
with him. him
Writing and crying and hiding and waiting
He hurt me he was cruel and entitled
Trampled over me just as badly as my parents I tried to escape from
The hurt
The pain
And yet there he is
The same
It's not that I need him anymore
It's that he's an anchor to another time
His voice, his laugh
And just like that
I'm nineteen again

I wonder if there is a string of words that applies to every situation.

I'm sorry that you suffer. That in your sensitivity to give and give you are now the scapegoat

I'm sorry that few understand you, that you stand alone against them all, all those giants, even those that say they are there to help work against you

I'm sorry that you wear many faces, that you have buried your treasures

I'm sorry that you have been so many things for others that you now don't even know yourself
I'm sorry that now you're so tired you can barely get up

It's not your fault.. It really wasn't. I'm sorry that even you scarcely believe that

Let me hold your tears,
let me hear your cries
let me stroke the matted hair away from your face

I love you I can hear you
You are not alone