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I’m a swarm of chaotic thinking. No intention, just action. No intention in action, no planning. How do I fight my nature? I can’t find happiness in stricture. My happiness in hedonism. Who is to say what is better? Everyone has their own path. I tried to fight against myself, but that was a battle against a hurricane. Then I embraced the hurricane. I became the hurricane, utterly. But eventually a hurricane meets ground and subsides. Everything dies. Unbridled emotion eviscerates and fades to to nothing, but I don’t want to fade. I don't want to die. I want to resonate. I want to be inescapable matter, forever vibrating. An echo, a belief. Words on the winds without the rain. An ever-raging hurricane. How do I make a mark on this place? How do I leave but never escape?
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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