Tales of Love & Resilience

I used to say this a lot, and I still do. But I don’t mean it anymore, since I have ‘escaped’ and realized it’s all the same shit; there’s no physically escaping the physically unescapable. But I still say it, because I’m not sure if any real solutions will present themselves attainable, and I don’t know what else to look forward to, and I’m pretty sure everybody feels the same, and I find that even more tragic. Maybe I’m just tired, as I have been for many months now; not of lack of sleep, but of the same mental routine from which there’s no escaping, since it is inside my complicated multi-dimensional being, a being that works with moral formulas of high complexity, karmic delusions, too many amendments to remember, resentments, flaws, and reservations, and philosophical uncertainties mixed in with unpredictable kamikaze emotions.
—KT