July 13, 2014
This dress of flesh, vested with my essence
comprised of skin, synapse, and sinew,
isn’t meant to be some random receptacle
of ennui, contempt, regret.
We are not the sum total of what life has thrown at us.
We are more than all the pain of the past.
Once you let go, you’ll be amazed: life can regenerate.
We can stand at the Intersection of Everything.
At the Nexus of Nebulas.
We can stare into the sun and see the vast expanse before us
or we can look back at the dark matter and say it cannot be.
So what do you lose if you try one more time?
Walk with me, wherever you are. You’ll never pass this way again.