Elucidating Questions

I met the messenger naturally

Actually

Never ever did the messages say

Saturn never showed

The lies gave it away

I love him at a distance

He hides as if he doesn’t

Doesn’t know doesn’t

Never let too closely seeing his person projected

Not likely the same just the sight

Sending messages

He stumbles

I watch him

He never listens

He’s a child

And I miss Saturn

It unfolds naturally

Actually

Nothing is ever quite right

I miss you

Nothing is really quite wrong

But it’s quietly quiet

No Saturn never showed

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    pythoblack

    Too much insight is like too much salt and too much sunlight and too much sugar and too much caffeine.

    The mind is running so fast, the body cannot keep up. There are pains, headaches, somatic manifestations, uneven breathing, mild nausea, and an urgent desire to scream it all out before it all gets forgotten, or transforms itself back into the obscure background.

    The eyes are tired, but don’t want to close.

    There is a realization that the best thing to say is usually nothing.

    No, really, the words are all just wrong. 

    Everything needs to be changed, but everything changed, just now. So nothing needs to be changed?

    Let the changes make themselves? It turns out that all of the infinite paths already know where they are going. However, they can be interrupted, detours are inserted, and what is the point of that, if there ever was a point at all. Somehow the path continues as if all apparent deviations were intended from the beginning.

    Try this, think your thought. Now, was the end of the thought already created the moment the thought began? And the middle, was it necessary?

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