What do you say when all is said, when speaking brings you to tears, when writing brings you to the point of screaming in anguish, when there is no point? Why do you subject others to your pathetic suffering when you know they have their own?
There are no heavenly bodies just those that are there when you awake or so the dreams you have seem to suggest. Using the word symmetry when describing the contents of your mind is like throwing yourself off a bridge into a ravine knowing full well if you would have walked a few feet more down the bridge you would have hit the water easily.
The epilogue is always sown into the skin and doesn’t distinguish from the beginning to the end unless you take into account, which insects arrive first. The ash of a religious ceremony never shows the blood or whether or not the snake slithered away alive or dead. From the cradle of exposed skin to the hounding of the door nailed shut, the sounds and motions of life are going to get in one way or another.
If you ever hope to lighten your load you’ve got to learn to leave me by the side of the road.
- Chris Mansel
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