I practice the art of cognitive dissonance.
"What is real?"
I'm probably unraveling you,
but I will never think I'm better than you.
I want to know you, talk to you, take your picture.
I want to experience the world in all its forms.
I can only find true inner peace
when I'm in the midst of utter chaos.
"I shall never know more if I possess worlds. Through space the universe encompasses and swallows me up like an atom; by thought I comprehend the world."
illuminate me.
"You look up at three stern faces. They hate you, you think, no, they hate this body. You are not this body. The stern faces turn away from you. What can you say anyway? How can you explain? You sit, waiting, as though this were an ordinary matter, this beautiful thing, this body, breathing. This terrible judgment. This wonderful knowledge. The body breathes. It breathes and it doesn't matter what you want, when the body wants to, it breathes. It breathes in the hospital, it breathes in the jail, it breathes in your dreams and it breathes in your nightmares, it breathes in love and it breathes in hate and there's not much you can do about any of it, you are on a train, you are in an operating room, you are in a jail, you are innocent, you are guilty, you are not even here. None of this is about you, and it never was."