wobbly

i am reborn, and i realize that there's really nothing to be afraid of, why do people hurt one another? in other news, i want to be alone even though i dont want to, i want to be great, i want to think and write til i have figured out what my purpose for being born was, death is beautiful, even more beautiful than life, and it trips me out the way i work and the way my body works, who is this soul that is inside of me, i wish i could be scared and in the dark more often, unlike people scattering like squirrels when there is an unfamiliar noise coming from the bushes, what is it to be weak? is it to be human? the absence of wants, can never be true, they are always there, how do you rid yourself of impurities, i feel f*ckin awesome and i just want to explode with life, can i be the representer of fine things? a creature so simple it does not need explanation, whatever works, just as long as it fills in the blanks, even if it's wrong, what could be wrong with that, it's letting me know that it knows i am here, more than one reality, infinite realities, truth is a state of mind, reality is circumstancial, God is everything, the formless takes the form of everything you see or think you see, the spotlight is always on you, brighter lights when the mind is wide awake, too many levels to everything makes me want to burst with rediscovery, ive got questions for questions, and not enough words to convey any meaning, i have been reborn. Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 06:25 AM PST, midnite_raver   0 • 10