pulse / ryan's adult life thus far
crying only cracked his outer skin, and running only wore him down. meaning, however, perservered. his joints may ache, and starting another laugh even if it was only his own, pushed him on to the next day.
sometimes an opus needs no audience. the simple fact that it has been sung may or may not reach one person or the masses. the fact that he was made himself, and actualizing this made the world seem bearable, liveable, all with some sort of newfound avarice.
"so it goes," "no worries," etc...linguistic fillers, cliches, repetition of well-known phrases, or casual sayings pushed with meaning only lessened by the listener. a step is a step, a kiss is a kiss, and arthritis is just that. manipulation, or masturbation? choice, karma, fate? it's all a decision.
"it feels damn good to consciously decide these days," he thought. a train approaches the intersection and no lights go on.
"would it be so bad if i were forgotten?"
in all actuality, who cares? the simple actualization of reality and it's coexistance with thought, breath, and meaning does have a lot of bearing on self worth.
i am myself before i am anyone else. when i let others in, i am partially them as well- not out of fairness, but out of diversity. i do not want to be alone.
another drink. another family.
a woman in her mid-twentys wearing department store fashion with hair kept though askew, rides her bike past the outdoor seating and smiles at a billboard.
refreshed. reboot. restart.
i am myself. i have always been.
he raises his glass to those familiar, and with a nod, eye contact, and a simple breath, he takes a sip.
"cheers, kids. i think i'm finally ready."
sometimes an opus needs no audience. the simple fact that it has been sung may or may not reach one person or the masses. the fact that he was made himself, and actualizing this made the world seem bearable, liveable, all with some sort of newfound avarice.
"so it goes," "no worries," etc...linguistic fillers, cliches, repetition of well-known phrases, or casual sayings pushed with meaning only lessened by the listener. a step is a step, a kiss is a kiss, and arthritis is just that. manipulation, or masturbation? choice, karma, fate? it's all a decision.
"it feels damn good to consciously decide these days," he thought. a train approaches the intersection and no lights go on.
"would it be so bad if i were forgotten?"
in all actuality, who cares? the simple actualization of reality and it's coexistance with thought, breath, and meaning does have a lot of bearing on self worth.
i am myself before i am anyone else. when i let others in, i am partially them as well- not out of fairness, but out of diversity. i do not want to be alone.
another drink. another family.
a woman in her mid-twentys wearing department store fashion with hair kept though askew, rides her bike past the outdoor seating and smiles at a billboard.
refreshed. reboot. restart.
i am myself. i have always been.
he raises his glass to those familiar, and with a nod, eye contact, and a simple breath, he takes a sip.
"cheers, kids. i think i'm finally ready."