The cure for hangover
You know,
the kind of hangover that you get from existing. Losing the hope for a possible future because you had presumptions in mind.
I can only hope to have enough love to give when they show up
Love is wealth. It is a form of wealth
Where are you
in the mind space
The place where thoughts are immortal
and persons are nothing but one
loss of identity has pros and cons
on the better side, everyone gets a chance to do what they want
And what is bad would be the questionable worth of each individual
When it is cooked it's gonna have soft inside and crispy, charred outside.
But till then, one must stand in the cold
And occasionally warm their hand with a distant fire
Think about the comfort through the lens of third person
And see through the future from the land of imagination
It's easier to surrender
But that's not what has taken us up to here
Only bow down to the teacher
And who is not a teacher?
makes you humble
And then you realize
Regardless
You have to stand your ground
To pass on the light to another one even though it wasn't so clear
And suddenly it became apparent that the creation was intelligent enough
To find a way to close their eyes enough and see the light bright
And there is only one way for the one who reaches to the light
To give way to the moment and surrender to the warmth
And the heat builds up and melts and chars and reforms in such a way
It turns sand into a glass of wine
The meaning forms around the particles of smell
That is complex and intertwined as nature wants
For clarity to set instead of unreasonable smart thoughts
something out of the ordered fabric of space and time
