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[jewelinthelotus]

i write alot of ideals, and thoughts on the universe, but do i really know. all i know is my limited experience. all i know is the realty that i see before me.

is awareness an illusion?

everyone has an opinion on something or the other. . what do i know? i know nothing. . all i know is the feeling inside my heart. . the pull of pleasure. . and the stamp of pain. . the judgements that i live with daily. . and the reactions i have to the surrounding world. . is there any way to cleanse that? is there any way to connect to that so it doesnt have to be full of so much discontentful static and shallowness?

i want a fine razor blade to cut into my perceptions of life here. . to cut so finely. . so that i can see clearly that there is no doubt. . of that which i so proudly call love. . will i go through my entire life not knowing? chasing after an illusion? chasing after something.. i dont even know exists. . ah mystery. .

all livin within our minds. . sigh. .
im afraid of living..
im afraid of drying. .
and in between all of that. . i cling tightly to the comfort of love. .
that is all i wish to know. .

maybe i dont need to try so hard? sigh. or try at all? howw... sighh..