the hills, the heavens, and everything between you and i, A and Z, and how the universe and chemicals can make things work in ways that make us think that things aren't working out at all...
but it is.
yes i feel today and yes i write with realistic goals, realistic fear, realistic hope, and realistic knowledge, because no I'm not oblivious and no I'm not blind... and for this I'm blessed to know that my fear, love, strength, and life is not the only one on this earth that recognizes what matters. He matters, she matters, as a matter of fact i matter if not to anyone else... I finally fucking matter to myself to understand that the pain, abuse, love songs, joy, tears, blood, laughter, silence, and what i thought was jade and fuckery that no one should ever go through is coming together beautifully... and yes everyone will and should go though the fuckery... the in between and see whether they end up in heaven or back on the hill thinking that they're just too jaded to get there then give up and wander...
...then wonder who fucked up harder... you, me, him, her, us, them... just for that pursuit for what we thought was happiness... tits, ass, dick, fuck, booze, wealth, trophies, and all those people in between who promised us these things in their own pursuit... you're not my friend, but i will look you in the eye anyway, extend my hand and say " hi, my name is karm. I love cartoons and i will fucking change your life if you let me show you that the pursuit of happiness is my eyes and yours, this blood, this heart that pumps, this hand that feels, this breath that blows those bubbles into the wind for them to pop... but i will also hurt you... and fucking change your life... mere mortal... selfish human i am, you are, she is, he is, they are, we are... remember? we will... once we've all lost each other in life. once we've lost each others wrinkles and moles and all we remember is that you had eyes, lips, nose, mouth we'll remember how the world changed.
heaven is looking for jaded people... And i may be jaded enough to finally make out the beauty of it all not working out to get out of the in between.
i live and love and hurt each other and so does he and so does she and so do they and so do we.
today, i write to run... and i really needed to run... and i know now that so many run with me... i know not their names or faces, but i can understand what they have to say when they finally speak to me.
so fucking speak to me