no life in it
I see myself caught in the wild maelstrom of life. I can neither see the end, nor the beginning, nor life. Giving and receiving is the key to it all, but what if I can't give the way I want to? If you can never take the way you want. Always limited by fears. Always trapped in the prison of your own body or mind. Ultimately your mind, because it tells you to look at the floor, that you mustn't open your mouth, that you're not enough. Sounds theatrical, but it's a realistic description of the irrational. Most fears, i.e. most things in general, are irrational. The mind cannot unfold because of its own thinking. Always folded up. The real potential may never be realised. Nobody wants to 'leave' life like that... or prison.
There can be no life in it...
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There can be no life in it...
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