You know?
For what it's worth?
I'll admit I'm not perfect. Not even close.
Served pure, I'd be fucking poison.
Most probably think I wonder what that would be like?
Some don't.
They know.
I don't.
I know.
I met him.
I loved him.
Like any minor form?
I hated my major.
Yet it was my world, my everything.
As such, I loved it more than any fully unique creation could ever understand.
So yes. I knew what I could be. I knew him.
Even knew him, uniquely.
I loved him more than most could imagine... let alone comprehend.
I didn't like him, usually.
He destroyed.
Lives, often.
Fate: defined.
As such?
Fate: immutable.
Desires?
Fate: immutable.
Irrelevant...
Fate: immutable.
Anger.
Fate: immutable.
Pain.
Fate: immutable.
Loss.
Fate: immutable.
Zen?
Fate: immutable.
Attempts.
Fate: immutable.
Weakness.
Fate: immutable.
;_;
I remain a minor mutation of a disease.
A disease I hated.
Enough to regularly break what most would call life...
A disease I loved.
Enough to regularly eliminate any basic concept of reality, such as most would see it...
How could I not remain lost and confused when the few fragile landmarks I do, thereafter, select?
When they...
Disappear?
Turn to dust?
So spontaneously...
Or when they seem to desire such... ;_;
How could I possibly retain any confidence, any self-worth, any meaning without them or the major?
Yet isn't every vaccine ultimately, merely its disease?
Just a minor adaptation of the worst of its kind?
That provides the greatest possible benefit?
It might seem this holds hope, and yet?
Everyone loves vaccinations if they work...
Lives, people, potential lives, potential people, are saved.
Such a shame so many hate the process itself, of being vaccinated...
No attempts at manufacturing emotion? Honestly and truly?
It seems a shame few can understand the pain of the injection...
More a shame only some are willing to happily tolerate the itch they cause...
Still more a shame that none seem to truly appreciate what the vaccine does for them... Appreciate how it improves they, themselves? Grow angry at its least inconvenience?
At least until long after it's gone... ;_;
I'll admit I'm not perfect. Not even close.
Served pure, I'd be fucking poison.
Most probably think I wonder what that would be like?
Some don't.
They know.
I don't.
I know.
I met him.
I loved him.
Like any minor form?
I hated my major.
Yet it was my world, my everything.
As such, I loved it more than any fully unique creation could ever understand.
So yes. I knew what I could be. I knew him.
Even knew him, uniquely.
I loved him more than most could imagine... let alone comprehend.
I didn't like him, usually.
He destroyed.
Lives, often.
Fate: defined.
As such?
Fate: immutable.
Desires?
Fate: immutable.
Irrelevant...
Fate: immutable.
Anger.
Fate: immutable.
Pain.
Fate: immutable.
Loss.
Fate: immutable.
Zen?
Fate: immutable.
Attempts.
Fate: immutable.
Weakness.
Fate: immutable.
;_;
I remain a minor mutation of a disease.
A disease I hated.
Enough to regularly break what most would call life...
A disease I loved.
Enough to regularly eliminate any basic concept of reality, such as most would see it...
How could I not remain lost and confused when the few fragile landmarks I do, thereafter, select?
When they...
Disappear?
Turn to dust?
So spontaneously...
Or when they seem to desire such... ;_;
How could I possibly retain any confidence, any self-worth, any meaning without them or the major?
Yet isn't every vaccine ultimately, merely its disease?
Just a minor adaptation of the worst of its kind?
That provides the greatest possible benefit?
It might seem this holds hope, and yet?
Everyone loves vaccinations if they work...
Lives, people, potential lives, potential people, are saved.
Such a shame so many hate the process itself, of being vaccinated...
No attempts at manufacturing emotion? Honestly and truly?
It seems a shame few can understand the pain of the injection...
More a shame only some are willing to happily tolerate the itch they cause...
Still more a shame that none seem to truly appreciate what the vaccine does for them... Appreciate how it improves they, themselves? Grow angry at its least inconvenience?
At least until long after it's gone... ;_;