#philosopoet

The reason commitment is difficult is not consistency, for our deepest instinct is to breathe. 

Nor is it devotion, for the truest reasons we live at all, are for the things that require conditional effort.

It isn't even the frightening task of understanding permanence, for when you do inhale, the air is always there. 

So, on some level, apparently beyond what is convenient, we already understand the nature of these things and could choose to remember and apply this basic knowledge to our relationships, if we wanted.

The trouble with commitment is expectation.

Unlike the others, expectation is an abstract thing, an idea that has only to do with the imaginings of one person, a delusion with no actual shape or weight (and no right to exist) in real life- a false hope which has built up enough strength inside, and somehow, above all others, it demands your attention and mandates judgement.

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philosopoet, ya'll. 

with life, just as it is-

if only for a moment..

-

Could one suffer

mostly about 

While, as

an artist, it is true-

you are never satisfied.

-

But nothing

holds that truth more so

than the nothing that you do.

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Something,

a thing- any, some thing-

anything, just do something.

-

No greater 

lamentation bends you

than Impossible getting it’s way.

-

Sit up

and decide the oath

is worthy, even if you fake it.

-

It’s less

the point to exemplify

than it is to honor your wishes.

-

There’s no

knowing which way to go

but, away you should go, anyway.

-

No lameness

is built upon more truth

is

a difference

when

guilt sits in between the

words.

There 

is

no wasted space.

-

Every place

a

pause could

be

is wrecked

and

what would be hard to hear, 

I fear never hearing it. 

Tell me. 

I’d rather have the truth. 

I am only here in hopes 

that you will totally freak me out.