NO ONE IS FAKE!

I think.

We are all hurt

We are all searching.

Placed on this complex earth of swarming beings

we run around aimlessly, with deliberance

given no obvious or glaring meaning to this

existence

and others are

transparent to us, but we are

opaque to ourselves.

I am not whole

In this mad rush, we are all slightly blind

and bound to smash,

CRASH

frayed, ripped and chipped

peices of ourselves, ripped off my others

and sometimes we lash out at them

and cut ourselves

When I am more coherent, and less hurt, I will explain what I mean by all of this.

My edges are frayed and raw and I feel like a big, purple bruise. Or like a mushy sagging tomato, my previous resilient red has turned a darker hue, because my insides are rotting and have no where to go. My ends are trailing and dragging and being stepped on by those behind me, but its not on purpose youre stepping on me so please dont feel badly. If I am trampled it will be my own fault

I am going to say I'm fine I'm fine haha playful smile:) good! how are you?!

because that is how I get over things. Lock it tightly in the pulsing confines of my heart. Light it ablaze with the light and passion I draw from the beautiful ones around me, and its suddenly ashes. I study them. And that is how I learn. Internal anthropology, yo.

Look at the motives behind others, and lets get over ourselves.

RECOGNIZE THE OTHER PERSON IS YOU.

Fake?

Does anyone know who we are?

EXPOSE YOURSELF! It will be unearthing everyone else

Or at least, it will be exposing me, I promise that

no one is

alone.