awaiting the accident


It takes great effort to find oneself in the myriad called life but it is effortlessly magical when one does find the true self. It is as if one got lost adapting and compromising in order to find acceptance and approval of a mainstream that is itself just as lost, when knowledge overtook innocence and stained it, when desire and truth could not reconcile. Then, in one moment, darkness into light, a beautiful coming together of all the prodigals.


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