Blown Away

Division isn’t a virtue solely possessed by amoeba. Twins are a freak amoeba version. Taking away half my mother and me, a dead baby left leaving me a two-level person and my mother with a purpose to find comfort in everything as it is; always living with a love for life and a curiosity for death. How daybreak and life break its dictionary definitions to blend at birth and to deflate and disappear at death.
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Loneliness is a virtue that has nothing to do with physical reality. The mind by itself has much to do and much to think of and the body is a vessel with a material obsession that asserts its real-ness. Awareness is a deadly game that can crush you and scatter your ashes into the vast, overpowering grip of madness or throw you so high above you are left with a birds eye view, leaving you unaffected. Everything comes with a north and south pole and the right alignment and fine tuning is all we do all our lives. Feeling is a vice that takes you only in one direction. Being numb, on the other hand, shines on both the sick and tired, and the content. Choosing the easiest is never right. Choices are never the easiest. Ease is not a good reason for choice either.