Because fuck you. Because fuck me. Because fuck everyone. Because fuck everything. Because why the fuck do you even need a reason in the first place. No one escapes the truth. And there are always consequences. Get all the power you want. Find out everything you want to know. You will never be able to do it all. You will never be able to know it all. It all goes on and on, until it doesn’t, and maybe does again.
Nothing is real. Everything is bullshit.
The group teaches you can’t be enough alone.
But, you can be. and you are.
No matter how close anyone gets, no one knows who you really are. There is always some delta, some filter, some difference, some delay, some inexplicable, immeasurable, unknowable distance between you and everyone else.
By the time you share yourself, you are already this you.
almost nothing, if anything, yet everything on itself. Some where, some when, somebody, someone, something, some reason, somehow. wrong, yet it really happens on some level.
a flaw in reality? in nature?
maybe worse if not. a necessary horror? a lesson? a chance?
something to do, not my life to take. these hands move themselves.
pain words and tears can’t fix
there’s nothing to say, no reason to cry
it happened, maybe it will again, maybe it won’t
you can’t do nothing
the seen and the seer. relationship?
why complicate things more than they have to be.
A street. An outfit. A haircut.
A place. A place within it. An action.
A measure. A difference. A force.
A word. A gesture. A beginning.
we meet. we talk. we do. that’s it. maybe again, maybe not.
