Love

Pictures in culture. show you how things are. no, ought to be! Only personal experience teaches. reality. experiences of the senses, reason frees! I had the idea that love was confined towards one person. Of it ending, and moving on, to another. Well, I don't think it ever ends. It just glows, and grows... until perhaps something fundamentally changes. but then love itself simply changes. to love towards the past. ; but in some sense, even the present is an illusion. and everything is just memories . . . Point being. It doesn't stop. It only gets more plentiful. . . . death . . . desire . . .

Altruism

For giving me even a little bit of warmth
For pushing me into empty space
To be able to survive
Not to learn from their mistakes
I'll be eternally thankful
I will never forgive you

The Burden of Struggle

It's just exhausting that I find it so hard to talk about what I know, love, and believe in. And so it is difficult to act at all in any positive way, and not merely out of resistance.