This may be the truest and most beautiful thing I've ever read. Who wants to join me in the field? "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, this is a field. I'll meet you there." - Rumi
Running around Like a bunch of ants With spikes sticking out of our skin And poison in our veins Around in circles we go Human bumper cars Bruising, cutting, breaking Chipping off the rough edges Human beings in the making
The severity of circumstances are erroneous; principles are what make a thing right or wrong.
I wasn't meant to be a good person, it seems. I see it in their faces, in the hair that stands off the edge of their skin, in the mirror when I wake. The darks of my eyes, the scars of my cover. It follows me, chases me, promises to take me. Keep me. Lose … Continue reading I Will Lose