Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion. ― Edward Abbey
perhaps uncertainty is not so foreign after all
and we remain determined in proposing
that you and I reside in a place far more
orderly but look around to see the crowds,
a messed-up mass of people voicing this
confusion to sound all normal, like lying
to ourselves has become so supremely
human that you and I abide to those who
rise above others
proclaim beyond measure:
“we’ve got it all figured out.”
oh we, practitioners of delusion, have perfected our methods, at last.
p.s. featured image is the japanese symbol for ‘truth’
by the light of the moon who is to say you are not as bright as it? who is to know you as you; moored by the echoes of his or her or their laughter. by the light of the moon you come and go. but who is to bear your departure?
When you are given a reason not to despair for they’re there to be around you, now and perhaps for how ever long forever lasts. You are known by them and together, you, all of you, are as though no other. As if the word “belong” could only be defined on that day, when you and them, defined what it meant to be inseparable. Remember how the world seemed to fit together like there was no need for you to go on any longer, not without your desires, held in your hands and then their hands, mending you, but really just mending each other.
Such palms of such content people. Nothing could make this any better.
Maybe bravery isn’t even bravery, it’s these foolish thoughts meant to stray you from the path of a “satisfying” (uneventful) life. And suddenly you’re off your feet and
the ground seems to be shrinking.
Perhaps flying isn’t really flying, but worries being set free.
“The sky is grander than it seems from the ground.” It’s expanding but it’s also somehow only just around you? Oh, how your eyes widen and the awe becomes these gusts, determined not to disappoint.
You’re spinning, * the world’s a blur * then it erupts into laughter.
“or no wait..”
maybe it’s just you starting to notice? Self-deprived of reasons to be happy. you’ve forgotten;
reasonsaren’treasons, they’re excuses,
to be, held
if we encouraged compassion/joy/positivity as much as we romanticise serious mental illnesses to seem almost desirably poetic, maybe we’d be able to spread the much-needed positive vibes in our lives.