To the ever so eloquent, leaning into ones self, does the synchronized taste of blending in, does the “ID” find it’s self coagulated in a soup bowl of pre-meditated complexities serenaed in culture?
Waking up, going to sleep, hanging on hanging up, sunrise to sunset.
Once upon a time did we remenber that waking up was so exciting, in pursuit of truth.
Meaning.
So many bumps on this bus.
Christmas is over, we find ourselves looking for another excuse to hurt ourselves.
A reason to hold on to another object, to synchronize our tastes with ego.
Lost in the ambiguous competition of over population.
Completion of the “Bigger Idea.”
Does the Sun or Moon lie to us?
Why do we lie to ourselves?
Who gives us the complementary eye for the feat of completion?
It never existed till the existence of competition.
We are stuck in our own minds.
Never minding our own.
Instead we mind others.
Metro now, and the ride is smoother.
Smooth enough to remind us of the little things we tend to forget in our day-to-day.
For that, one thanks you.
FIRST OF THE YEAR.
