The bluntness of the mind is overpowering. Every thought becomes forceful—binary. To rise or fall, to fuck or sleep, to give or take, to live or die. They try to tell me it’s a fault and I don’t see it. I gain or I don’t, this is life.
You will follow me and I will lead to places outside of this comfortable existence. Feeling or numbness.
The gray area is always there, of course. The great gaping maw of the gray area. Are you lost? Do you scramble? So do I. There are valleys between the peaks. Climb up or climb down. I never did fit into the flatlands. I don’t trust the places that go on forever. The universe doesn’t go on forever.
Eat or be eaten. This is life. Take a taste, on me.