Who am I to tell you how to feel, or you me? What’s right or not, how to stay motivated, or which way to go? I am a nobody. Or maybe I am everything to somebody. If we’re all twice removed, maybe you’re next through the door with me. They tell us these are your “demons”, but I like them. Does that make me the devil? I am used to them, and we work well together… even yoga. Who are they to tell us? But there’s something in those answers, though.
Why do I love so hard, and hate harder? Why can’t I reset and say “I love you”, when I know what weight even faking it would carry… Is it so bad to fake it… sometimes, if it helps someone? Fuck it, you say. Go for a run, for a drink, just leave. I mean if I’m not doing any good here at this moment, if I can’t help it, then why not? It’s not quitting. We’re just trying to be useful, and if we can’t, we go and be useful someplace else. But if I felt that way for a second, someone can feel that way for a lifetime. And that’s a decision which can not be undone, or give us another chance to feel with them. For love or hate. Someone deserves either. Some deserve both. You deserve to get this figured out, and stay in the game.
Is that all it is? Shit, I don’t know. Don’t ask me. I party with my demons. All I know is that you’re worth it, and the scars make you better. Who goes through life unscathed? Losers and lucky bastards. There are no answers, only hints, quick peeks, corners and evasive maneuvers. You’ve been doing those for so long, its second nature. Get out there and assault forward.
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