Here I am again, exposing myself. Just when I think I've stripped myself down to the bone, I find another layer worth removing. I'm in between lost and so sure. I swing from branch to branch, justifying bad behaviors and saying things I don't mean. I hide notes from myself and can't finish a single song without changing the radio station. I can feel myself changing, yet again. I morph and bend. Fluidity is my second name. Notice how this sounds smiliar to idiot in the middle. I will not play into "the game". I'm already losing, have already lost. I don't need to hide how I feel or diminish experience. Have you ever looked behind someone's eyes? Not into them but behind. Words aren't words. They don't mean anything. The letters hold the meaning, I guess. Iceberg theory. 80%, 20% and it's such a fucking shame. We rely on the silliest things. Like how entitled we feel when we see the sun sprout up from under it's blue comforter. Like it's ours or something. The world is hollow. Up here, everything happens. This is the level of events. But it's down below (in the core), where the Earth gets it's speed. We are not masters or composers of love and luck. We only fall victim and prey to their promises and believe we are educated.
We lie.
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