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You ever have a really specific thought and the word salad explanation mixed with the mental walk to get the other person there makes you feel like you come off as nuts?
The grit to remove grit. Like a dental hygienist, picking and scraping at the plaque of the heart. Raw. Bleeding. Nerves agitated. Digging at roots. A promise of return to form. Flush. Polish. Shine bright. A fresh start.
There is dark everywhere and always has been, but what is seen with rods and cones is amalgamated by the heart. Be sure your alloy is strong. Remove the slag and focus on the molten core. Your fire. See the shape and become it, if you truly will it.
A child told they can be anything they desire. The truth has been there all along. What is needed is true belief in the self, and application. Self-servers incompatible, with crossed wires preventing updates. A new system is needed. Your own homebrew. Your you.
Cries for connection only carry so far. A severance of art from religion from those most loved; an impasse of hearts.
Broad strokes of passion thwomped by tunnel vision. Celebrated asymmetry less than a thought.
Cut the cord.
Silence. Peace.