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Short-Sighted
Some words on life and some life in words
I have no interest in arguing with any of you, about anything.
That in and of itself might be a miracle. Fits my definition, for sure.
There’s very little you could throw at me that life hasn’t already.
We grew up on a kind of pain your generation only reads about.
We are your epidemic and pandemic, all in one. Sick as it gets.
All I know is by morning, all of this could be gone, so could we.
I say that with a certain sadness because today, we’re busy living.
But whatever may come, so be it. Accept it and revel in it.
Live courageously, not dangerously. Without limits, but with boundaries.
Go live, experience it all for yourself instead of just reading about it.
Please don’t take my word for it — not here, not now, not ever.
Words get taken out of context, misread, and misinterpreted.
They’re responsible for far more war than peace, for sure.
I try to say as few as I can and write as many as possible, every day.
Some days I do better than others, I’ve lost entire nights’ sleep to writing.
That’s how I dream, so let me be. I never woke anyone up abruptly.
I’ll take dreaming alone over sleepwalking with the rest of them.
