Feel the pinch
We all walk to it.
Because we have no choice.
Some enter. Some don't.
We all state our case for what we want.
We all want something.
Explosive, energetic, surprising, titillating, and demonstrative.
We are thrown into it with circumstances that we either choose or do not choose.
Unprepared or prepared. It does not matter.
It's heavy, its rough. Its too much to bear.
It will blow your mind. It can fill you with joy.
Gone are the thoughts only happiness and despair.
The paradox of difficulty is incontrovertible.
Experience means nothing.
You get it sometimes, but then you lose it.
Its easy, yet hard in every way possible.
Instincts are alive most of the time.
We learn to follow than more.
Critical thinking is a gift and a curse.
Words are tools, weapons, instruments for means of chaos and euphoria.
Everybody understands it, yet nobody can explain it.
It is weird.
It is uncomfortable.
It takes lots of practice.
I cry, you cry.
We all laugh and teeter off into the extremities of our lives.
Nothing makes sense, but the answer is punching us in the face.
Like a boxer in the 12th round we go down.
Down separate paths we go.Watered eyes, puffy eyes, running make up, snot run noses, everything is messy.
Life never lies. Truth kills, hurts, and frees us all.
Life never waits.
Action is the fruit of our intuition.
Life forsakes those who freeze and cogitate on every single move.
Our brains know everything, but we don't listen to them.
Hearts burst for glory.
Minds are thrown down the depository.
Bodies surge across the earth.
Words are said and never taken back.
The meaning sticks like gluey candy on the wall of your intestines.
Everything is free flowing.
Everything is right.
Everything is wrong.
Everything is still.
Everything can be broken down.
Everything can be fixed.
Everything can be unlearned.
Everything can be fun.
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