I sit on a futon and write about things people don't want to think about. As when I speak, I speak of things people don't want to talk about.
Maybe that's why so many existences are bland and unfulfilled. We talk words and lines, experiences and past. But we don't talk emotion and feelings. We don't talk stories and wholehearted truth. We sit cross-legged, with our chin up hoping no one will ask anything that requires further inquiry from you. Not because you are incapable, but because life is so much "easier" to live when treading the surface; when nothing is intimate and everything apathetic. The part of that philosophy that I find contradictory is, treading water is so much harder than allowing your legs to rest and let yourself float, and eventually drift to the bottom.
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