To know pain is to know how close you are to reality.
How you can touch noises to it’s dark face.
Inescapable.
You live from this one perspective.
It can only be shifted so far before it slides.
And falls off.

The only savior is in the destruction of ourselves.
Or the uplifting of the other.

To escape
To embrace
Or to become.

Don’t let pain lead to suffering
And suffering lead to dread

Any one moment can be taken in quick succession one after another
Or else that’s what they tell me

To wish to live without a tongue
And to never taste the bitter juice of life
Is to wish to live without pain
And never taste the honey too

Unbalance is cruel
And is a wonder life
Does not crumble from guilt
How dare it not know
And not care

Separating everything into it’s own space
is a method for both tenderness and flexibility

What I wish more than anything is for you to be able to raise up your head
To the stars and know that fundamentally to live
even in pain
is objectively
A curse,
but even more so a gift

One that you can never know again once it’s over