Anger, yes, and important learning
I was angry when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray… 😉
Thank you for showing me what your face actually looks like when you peel back the skin – the carefully applied camouflage and strategic shading revealing something burnt and diseased and decayed, the fascia tearing like a bandage being ripped from an oozing, sucking wound. Thank you for making me wonder if everyone whose voice is as soothing and measured as yours looks like that beneath the façade.
Thank you for reminding me that among the best people I know lurk the worst: empty people who preach solidarity and acceptance but practice triangulation and subterfuge, hypocrisy and a confounding duality of self-absorption and utter lack of self-awareness. You might have been beautiful once, but what remains is a malformed symphony of broken strings and sharps played as flats, that lurches along in spite of itself, for itself, that can’t hear itself.
Your past, your circumstances, your wounds…
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