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the dance continues with no place to stand

only a place to watch

we create each other

always

meeting ourself time and time again

and wondering why we are not perfect

what is wrong with you? we ask,

never noticing that our glasses are full of scratches and the prescription is thousands of years old

we judge others as if they are the doers,

we ask for what we think we want and when it comes we say 'what the fuck?'

'lie to me' is what we were really saying

'accept me!' we demand when we can't even do it ourselves.

what is truth, anyway?

what's not a story?

when can we go back to the time before words? before the apple?

what about now?

will we love each other now?

can we remember the divine essence from which we both sprung?

until we forget again.

funny thing, this life, and all its shoulds. planet should. inhabited by shoulders.

i'm dying. whoop, there i went. rest in peace, sweet innocent dreamer. you tried really hard. you did your best. your heart was in the right place. i'm sorry i didn't appreciate you more. didn't let you play more. i'm sorry i was so hard on you. i'm sorry i expected so much and gave you credit for so little. i'm sorry i never let you off the hamster wheel. i'm sorry i always asked more, more, more and was never satisfied. i'm sorry we spent so little time just being, enjoying the beauty of what was. i love you, baby. so much. i'm sorry i didn't know how to show it. go, be at peace. finally. you deserve it. and you always have.