Love Will Keep Us Alive

interesting - in the way we duplicate a new personality within ourselves. the innate instinct to pick up traits from the people around us; just like how we tend to morph into our closest friends or significant others. what is it? what endorse this motivation behind the movement from one phase of our lives to move on to the next? this intangible energy of life that bundles like an excess baggage tattooed to the occipitals; guiding you to that one significant moment - that could be a grey monday morning, or while standing in line at a checkout pt, or whilst laughing to a random thought. so that you are suddenly galvanized to realising you have become someone else that is not you - most times, a "someone" you never thought you would be capable of becoming if you were asked a year ago. the someone who is composed with the ferocious tenacity for the recognition of a certain similar perspective/s of life or specific style/s as the one you once shared an identity; a life, with. perhaps, it is inscribed in the months of intensive company that pseudo-karma breeds, that deceiving old tale cycle begins.

but, to recompensate myself and all traits in lack; above all the redundancies, i feel to be constantly falling into the comfortable habit of striving to listening without words, to speaking without a voice, to opening without doors and crawling without hands, right here - down on this floor sucking the empty from all. would we ever look beyond dark waters to embrace the raw, stained truth we have tried to deceive or otherwise deny the raw, stained truth..? i don't even know if it even matters - my not knowing, i mean.