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Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun — Alan Watts
Oct 14 • 11 tweets • 2 min read
I remember a time. I remember. A time when staying awake meant life and being asleep was something I had to get through to get to the eventual good part. To be synchronous with the sun and the moon was a privilege. Now it’s the opposite and the dissonance is life taking.
I trudge through my days to get to the eventual good part—sleep. I stopped building things for me when the sun is high and started building a life that only exists when my eyes are closed. Maybe in hopes that when they are shut forever—I’ll still have a life to continue.
Jun 2 • 9 tweets • 2 min read
Despite occasionally being happy about being able to write my feelings out, on some peculiar occasions, I simply cannot. I pen. Some words get crushed by the weight of the emotions I'm asking them to carry. No language can keep up with my heart.
Some decay as soon as they come out. Carrying dead feelings is cancerous. Death spreads and I'm a carrier. And some, despite all, survive. But to be a second hand without its hour and minute compatriots? A broken clock that's not even correct twice a day.
Jun 2 • 8 tweets • 2 min read
Despite occasionally being happy about being able to write my feelings out, on some peculiar occasions, I simply cannot. I pen. Some words get crushed by the weight of the emotions I'm asking them to carry. No language can keep up with my heart.
Some decay as soon as they come out. Carrying dead feelings is cancerous. Death spreads and I'm a carrier. And some, despite all, survive. But to be a second hand without its hour and minute compatriots? A broken clock that's not even correct twice a day.
