She holds on to what she thinks she’s supposed to
holds back everything she feels
Plastic knife culture
Harsh judgement hails from narrowest vantage
Those whom envy are those whom blame
Guilt and blame are perfect magnets
High horse stepping stone’s throw away
lies built on ire stilts
Humans create societal paradigms no humans can meet
It’s a game everyone loses
Simultaneously pretend they’re the happiest generation
ever walked the earth
Someone showed her a picture of a starving African child
and told her she’s lucky
Ever since then, she’s been repressing
unfulfilled desires and discontent
in guilt and shame
That’s not gratitude, silly human-person
Telling herself she’s lucky in order to repress her feelings
She’s lying to herself
And the person who showed her that picture
of that starving kid
was also lying to himself
Of course we should have compassion for those in need
But this doesn’t invalidate our suffering
The whole thing’s a lie
The humans of earth are all steeping in a particular kind of sadness
Palpable sickness which soaks in shallow pools of empiricism
They lie there in that warm puddle pondering the origin of life
It’s the tower of Babel all over again
Plastic knife culture thinks it’ll find God in technology
Like the oppressive sun which never sets
like an endless breath
inhalation which never exhales
The masculine lie of holistic logic
Remember the runaway train
no one’s at the wheel
An entire generation of humans building lies on top of lies
Nobody’s asking why
Suffering is attachment and repression
They hold on to what they think they’re supposed to
They hold back what they actually feel
And then they blame each other
for holding on and holding back
differing aspects in varying degrees
There’s only one way, silly human-person
Let Go.
