A tear never falls exactly where you want it to, but when it falls it has purpose. To love, to lose, to choose to walk away. The taste of melancholy is like a watered down soda that you keep drinking because there is nothing else. You must feel, so you must feel what life has to offer. Sometimes it just wont stop raining, your shoes get muddy, your fingers go numb, and this is the best option. Drink the liquid or go thirsty.
Expression. For passion or exploit. It is not what you express, but how you express it. It's not what you choose, but why you chose it. It's not what you lose, but how you lost it. And, this is why I don't understand the "see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil" bullshit. Fill me. Consume me, so that I may know you by name and be immune from your atrocities. I have no reason to hide. I shall not fear, for fear is unworthy of my time. It also doesn't pay well.
I've been so full of nonwords lately, understandings and thoughts without vocal appeal. Perhaps I'll dress as my true self. My alter ego... the I.D. unhindered. Perhaps I'll coin a phrase or two...
Never and always are like infinity and negative infinity, neither can actually be accomplished. Possible only in theory, yet theory is what I base my life on. I believe in possibility. Everything is because it is possibly possible. Hell, impossibility is possible. Hah! Plausible? Probable? Fuck that! I desire to be undoubtful. If freedom is ignorance and abiding by laws, then tie me down and throw it all on me. Knowledge is a burden I will bear with a smile. Liberty to wander aimlessly. Freedom to be controlled. Laws to keep us safe and sound and bound to the ground without knowing the difference. Fight crime. Shoot back.
Hungry, horny and in dire need of a nap.
Over and out.