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26 May 2013

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Some of us reach a point where only one thing matters in our life. Our environment goes "poof". People? Gone. There are figments that drift around us. Ghosts that are inseparable from each other. One thing remains.

Some of us are able to start doing a thing because it's fun and walk away when it stops being fun. Some of us do a thing that is no longer fun, yet can't stop. People a hell of a lot more interesting than us write a song about it. They refer to it as the ritual. Some of us just scribble down the phrase then use it so often it becomes ours. We often forget that it isn't. Others refer to it as "the cure". Some simply call it what it has become. Medicine. Not taking it makes you so sick you can physically die from it. Some do. Some need to be "rescued".

Some of us reach a circlular hole.

Some reach a point that they cannot come back from. Some of us are hurt by that every fucking day and can't let go. Some of us are able to understand that the hurt only contibutes to a pathway. A path that leads to a point we don't know why we end up on time after time. With each step we believe we are moving forward. Some of us are actually trapped inside a circle.

Some of us reach a circular hole we spin around in digging deeper.

We are able to drag ourselves out of the circle. We don't know why. We do know we have always returned there. To some it only takes minutes to slide back in. Some of us are able to steal years at a time. We then fall. We don't know why. We do know day after day it will happen. It does.

Crawl out for 3 years. Fall back in. Crawl out for almost 10 years, Fall back in. Pause. It will repeat at any moment. Wait.

Some of us reach a circular hole we spin around in digging deeper. Some of us can see a rope. Touch it. Grab at it.

Some of us need to lose this damn concept that we are dissecting ourselves and are able wave some kind of bullshit magic wand and do it all the time and "poof" we do it again.

STOP! Stop doing that again. Stop hiding behind words, come out and just state the thing you do. ADMIT you have no idea why it happens. Walk the hell away from all that bullshit. All of you get back to the circle. Wait.

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Some of us reach a circular hole we spin around in digging deeper. Some of us can see a rope. Touch it. Grab at it. Some of us can see a rope. Touch it. Grab at it. Some of us catch a rope. Some of us find ourselfs outside of a circular hole.

Some of reach a circular hole.