THE WRITER MUST EAT -> patreon.com/trn1ty <- | \ | | blah! |\ | `\|\ | the rantings and ravings |/ |(_|| | * of a depraved lunatic <^> 2024-07-19 : what acid taught me - I can change. - I can feel. - I can love. - I can be kinder. - I can be happier. - I can be mindful. - I can take care of myself. - My friends care about me. - I love my friends. - I love people. - I love the world. - I love myself. - I suffer. - I don't have to suffer. - If I don't change Right Now, I may never. : poems i wrote at work today when I looked down the kaleidoscope what caught my sight? a million colorful stars lighting up the night for they were dancing, with gravity as the song; the soup of the cosmos convection moving them along they lulled me to sleep and I had a wonderful dream a being on another planet looking through another kaleidoscope thinking of me like one of those rubber toys filled with water an elongated donut shaped like a snake slipping out of my hands as if it's water so too do my dreams leave when I wake many of my own memories have passed me by like divine fingers pulled them from my brain at night I lay awake counting the years so far of mine wondering what more of my life they will take : a painting I did on my trip Everything seems so cosmic... Here, in the vast reaches of space. Except this is just a painting. Look around you. Could you say hello to someone nearby for me? Hug them? How are we so different. Meat, wires, flesh. You breathe. I breathe. Wars are fought for greed, lust, all these little miseries poor souls like to share. Why must there be discord? Why can't we all just get along? Peace is seen as depravity, peace-sharing seen as hippies and hypocricy or however you spell that. It's easier to seek gold than happiness. Finding happiness requires respect of self and others, kindness, perhaps love for those still capable. Gold demands only lust. Depravity is spilling blood in the desert for the remains of million-year-old trees. Hypocrisy is wearing a suit while debating bombing a country into the stone age. Wires are veins are roads are rivers are conduits are vias are the grid on which life grows. Life is somewhat beautiful. Somewhat scary, too. Self-replicating, self-healing, self-ish. All qualities had by the most loathesome monsters and ghouls of fairy tales. The scariest thing to us is us. The loveliest, too. Fear, love, sadness, happiness, loathing, lust, hatred, passion, openness. The full range, the vibrancy of life can only be experienced with others. I breathe as do my siblings in Russia, Ukraine, China, the DPRK, the ROK, Taiwan, the USA, and all these places in the world with names that wage war on other places. We only have one Earth. We are one people. When air is bought and sold, what will we have left to breathe? [delta] <^> No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this corner of the web.