The most peace I've felt is when people close to me are all fine and I feel I can just sit. Just sit.
Stuck in the boathouse. Free from work. Free from family. But tied to the reigns of my consciousness. Ready to burst out with truth.
The sun on this autumn day over the harbour is so beautiful it's cheesy.
It aches with beauty.
Beauty is so hard to behold. Better to hide in the shadows, safe and quiet and dark.
An honourable illusion? That when I'm no longer needed, I can rest in peace?
No rest for the wicked. A dualistic solution to the irreconcilable. Ye haa and ta doo daa.
Witness, they say. Watch. Look. See. The clouds pass but there is no need to grab them and turn them to concrete. Those shapes. Shapes.
I need this chaos. I thrive on chaos. I am chaos.
Mathematically speaking.
1+2=3 nice huh
