Monday, March 21, 2011 of consciousness.

Gotta keep running.  Gotta keep moving.  Does this make me an animal?  Is that a bad thing?  Do we have roles to play in this world?  Roles to keep the paradigm preserved...roles to keep us happy.  Am I selfish?  Am I evil?  Am I completely unaware of myself? 

Do I want to see you, because I think it will give me some sense of closure, some deep sense of feeling, or maybe I need to see death, need to see it to believe it?  It's never seemed real to me.  Barriers of air are all that's between us.  If you knew.  I will redeem myself.  I'll die a martyr just to serve a purpose.  We can't help but be dramatic, can we? 

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