I won't post this on more common social media.
But, I'd like to address the God, lord, what have you.
I know existence is a mixed bag at best. And I hesitate to emote an ungrateful tone.
But, for fuck's sake, do you maybe want to fuck your own ass for a while?
Write me back to discuss. K thanks
A lot. A lot of transitions of late. Saturn or Uranus moving on, some semblance of outside explanation, explains it.
Bit I see, and notice. Some crossing has announced a crossing.
And there are things, to be considered upon this midlife marker. If I make the continuance of a life.
There are things. To be done.
And. And the meaning of And.
It comes. I desire. If only I can defeat self, in favor of design.
It's about that stretched out series of moments between dreaming and waking. When your dreams, your plans, fall away to the pragmatic barking demands of the awake hours.
Things central to your soulful progression way laid, sacrifice before the necessary.
This is my current time and small epoch.
And who's to bitch? Not me. Not in comparison to the wretches of this present world. There are many more due.
I was made for struggle and strife.
But I can't help but wonder. Of the other hours spent in speculation. In sublimation, in exercising more joy and art.
This is but a grieve for my life, as I rightly preserve the happiness of others.
No expression of martyrdom here. Just noting other desires.
