Two, strange bugs are traversing across my computer screen at this moment. They are symbolic and important to me as i've realized their wreched purpose and imperative necessity to my own state of being. Ugly, strange, unknown, not understood, and if one were to take the time to realize it, the bugs are enigmatic to the eye of the beholder. Yet as often as the sun sets and the moon rises, the onlooker dismisses any thought beyond "ugly." Instinctually, the onlooker will brush the bugs away, so as not to be burdened with looking upon the dismal pair. If they return, the onlooker instentaneously complains, "Damn bugs, go away!" The bugs know no posessions, nor any home, for they are welcome nowhere and vulnerable everywhere. Though, the two have eachother, even as they are brushed aside from my computer screen.
(It was a sin.)
Despite the turmoil that lurches alongside this realization, i know i am very lucky.
Despite my default pensive disposition, i can relax in the valley of Bliss, as i know i have reason to rest my heavy head there.
And i know i deserve to rest in Bliss, for i have earned it.
...and i am dealing with the turmoil when i wake from the furtile valley's lingering dream.
Still, i am lucky, and when i put the turmoil to rest, i know i will sieze the day, and revel in it.
...who will take the time to understand...?
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(It was a sin.)
Despite the turmoil that lurches alongside this realization, i know i am very lucky.
Despite my default pensive disposition, i can relax in the valley of Bliss, as i know i have reason to rest my heavy head there.
And i know i deserve to rest in Bliss, for i have earned it.
...and i am dealing with the turmoil when i wake from the furtile valley's lingering dream.
Still, i am lucky, and when i put the turmoil to rest, i know i will sieze the day, and revel in it.
...who will take the time to understand...?
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