i can feel how it's all rhthymically Real around me in such a little moment not just that it's "real", but that it's Real that, there is this Thing we're Doing, and im somehow Pulled by this wordless feeling to it i would say in a big way, im in Love with Doing It
sometimes the old self struggles, it is something that forgets how to not be the way it became used to, but even it has learned it belongs inside the mirror, not here, not anymore
but how to better to describe it? it's like. "some games need certain rules to be able to play"? it's like. "some realizations can only be made with an adoptable mental bridge
since considering that what i Really want is to live peacefully, happily, and trust fully, it is thus a rare, rare thing to let someone into the mouth. the standards are to be. Exacting
what i Want is true attunement. what i Want is for your perspective to be laid down before mine. What i want is sacrifice. What i Want is true gratefulness.
no, not from you. from the lucky few still chosen for it.