to limit ourselves so that nothing imperfect ever escapes us. works in progress, scrap ramblings, what use are there for one’s image is shattered. it is better not to speak, than to mingle and be free as you risk yourself of exposure.
but where’s the fun in all that?
it is only when you start putting yourself out there is where all the interesting things happen. you cannot expect random people to approach you and recommend you rumi out of the blue one saturday afternoon when you were fourteen in a bookstore just because you happen to be poring over books at one corner, trying to find Father and Sons because that seemed like a good text to introduce yourself to nihilism. you even had a book to record each title and author you were going to read. now that, doesn’t happen everyday, dear.
and if i happen to confess out of odd desperation out of chaotic silence please do not fail me in the end, dear. i want us to endure.
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