Another 13th Friday.
two in this year. is that how it is every year now? the questions fill my mind to no feasible end. at times feeling like the monster, and others, like the martyr. i can see the good and the evil. the vile and the unjust on one hand, but the sweet and the sentimental upon the other. this tricks me into thinking that we can all see things this way, but do i really know the truth of the situation? again, a part of me says ‘yes’. the part of me that still remembers cold winters up north, but then the other half of me realizes the strange atmosphere that permeates the south. an environment of heat and restlessness unrelenting. seasons change as the mood varies from one aspect to another, and yet there is no refuting the proof of this place from what i can see. it seems as though luck is never really a factor in how everything seems to play out, but the cause and effect are still situations that i have within my own grasp. i can refuse and resist, or i can comply and conform my feelings with my intuition. a sensitive process that might not be more than a cruel game of fate. the simple or the more complex things as they work themselves out require some kind of interference from the grey area which lies everywhere around us. we may see the black and the white as separate, but they are both one and the same in this grey area. the aliens are we, my friends, within our mind’s eye lies the cosmic landscape. either we can blind ourselves to the magical or not, but even that is only a partial truth to be perceived.
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