Why do we do this, form these endless iterations of ourselves that circle around the real thing, like vultures around a camel dying of thirst? Why do we hurt the ones who would be close to us, for fear that they might actually touch us at our core, and scathe ourselves no less in so doing.
Why do I constantly spout rhetoric that has nothing to do with the real matter at hand. God, I'm such a Libra (or a procrastinating fool. That works too.)
I stand at a Gordian knot, but I can't seem to find a knife sharp enough to cut it with. And the two obvious solutions tear and shred at two things so central to me that to act on one or the other is to deny something fundamental about myself. Unfortunately, time is not on my side.
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