To be honest...

The fact that my conceptual understanding is usually alligned with truth scares the HELL out of me. Because I have this awareness that nothing remains... so I fear growing attached... be it to people, to ideas, to this state of consciosness, to the moment.. though the moment is probably the closest we could come to a constant... the never ending, always changing moment... I dunno. It makes me feel so alone sometimes.. so alone. But we're truly, in essence, all the same.. I can't let myself forget that. When consciousness fades, we will once again become one.. only to reawaken to our collective ignorance that we may neither will, nor observe.... The truth doesn't necessary have reason.. and some things we can't understand... yet it saddens me we always believe the argument that makes the most sense, I mean.... sometimes the truth really doesn't make sense. Consciously I know there's nothing to fear... but my ego won't permit that. Damn ego. Why won't you conform to my understanding? Oh yeah, because it's not beneficial to your existence and truth is a menace to you.... Oh well.

s ce;that word would go hand-in-hand with ignorance,as in being one,you may very well be the other,because we are all uninformed one in the same as we have

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lose to death. I have dabbled my toes into murky waters,and to many this would remain unknown,and thus,something I may need to show them...Because for so

s ost,the lesson learned for that sole cost would carry beyond the value of words. I'm so eager to throw my life away to be the lesson as opposed to the le

s of disgust;the very root of my own mistrust.

Still the love within me is like that of the martyr,the albatross,and while a solitary life may have been l

s t of humanities debt,so I wonder why I try besides to lessen that burden..

And still,I sit here alone,ponder what worth my achievements would merrit. Wo

s s I have been blessed with, that others had died to enable me to partake in. The sacrafices I have made.. I can't expect them to counterbalance the weigh

s ells,but it is wasted on have-nots and faults the void would whisper. What about the things I have...?

..like my amazing friends.. Like the opportunitie

s Sometimes I sit here alone at night when I'm not quite ready to sleep,and the silence becomes my apparent companion. Inside my heart,this wave of love sw