Be the girl you loved.

  • James Blake

It is now. You are here – again. You recognise the middle of nowhere from your perilous journey, your nose now far behind you (life is cyclical any straight line leads to the beginning).

We live looking for a comfortable way to die before realising that death itself may be the only comfort. Once the bodies we have been given are rid of desire maybe then we could have some peace.

Perhaps it was a cruel joke to give a soul a body and ask that it governs the body’s desire. Perhaps the soul is the manifestation of a caucus of desires, consistently bargaining for priority status, providing evidence, gathered by the body, to make their point. Perhaps desire, the root of survival, is just life’s way of saying “wait it out. It might seem hopeless now but just give it a while – it gets better.”

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