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They call me Truth
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I am a human being, with enough words left over after a long day, swimming in my head, that can no doubt corrupt me or bring me comfort and hope for tomorrow. Some nights I find peace, embracing me like a warm rain and i can rest, feeling like i have done all I could do, and if tomorrow gives me another chance at life, I may be able to do more.
No doubt the world is insane, and we all struggle to make our voices heard amongst the constant verboseness that creeps under the crevices and folds of our skin and smothers the air around us. We breathe it in. We exhale. We breathe it in again. We may even give our last breath to sending more words into the world to be heard. We struggle. We try to understand. We attack. We abuse. We light fires that burn our own entrails in our stomach and feed our passions. We fight wars. We disagree and claim to be individuals while forming an endless sea of drones. We sometimes become existentialists, some of us adopt religion, some of us believe in nothing at all and live empty lives and wait for their deaths. Some of us join the circus of monotonous and perpetual disorder that engulfs and sustains itself on diseased bodies and collapsed and painful ideologies that breathe death into the mouth of newly born babies, infecting them with the same plague. It may be human nature, or the endless waltz that we dance, the drama that continues to unfold as our lips tighten and our blood crawls as we desperately try to find freedom from it, while continuing to entertain it and follow its laws.
But this is our humanity. This is our flaws and our strengths. This is our relationship with the world and each other, and ultimately we must face it, endure, live with it, find beauty in it, or spiral into oblivion or collapse under its wheels screaming hatred at the randomness of it all. This is the reality we have created and the reality we have been casted into
We feed our egos sometimes, and some of us have the audacity to believe that we can indeed change this world, that we can bring this entire entity together and find harmony and peace. some of us are idealistic enough to dream Utopia and that we may be the voice that brings it into existence. Some of us try to impact as much as we can so we can change something, bring people together and find love in all the mess. Some of us just enjoy the sound of our own voices. We lie. We cheat. we kill. We struggle.
We live.
We live.
And we die.
Sometimes a million times in one day.
But some do hope. That they live long enough and gain enough wisdom to stop dying while they are living.
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