Explore your mind of confusion that is wrapped up in utter delusion. Hoping to be delivered the morning paper a day early to know the weather, sunglasses or umbrella? To live a life gripping to the fragile hope that the unknown will be better than the known. Everything that is new will soon be old, another story that will be told. The brutality of reality is that everything is fleeting and security exists only in a conceptual world that is so cleverly painted in our minds over time. These words are nothing but a dullness that have been spat out of someones mouth into mine and then recycled for this line. I am unoriginal just like yourself not an individual. The realization of this begins a liberation, but will continue this cycle of boring imagination. If I continue this hopeless onside deliberation, it will do nothing but alienate my only possible elation. That moments are moments to be felt through our bodies not through our insane human minds that only box our lives from 1 to 99, from past and future our lives are defined. All that really matters is this moment and in this moment everything is fine.
fear in moments
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