I kept searching for love, but all I ever found was bullshit. Pretenders, liars, con men. Its ok. Ease off your blazing guns. In the end we’ll all be exposed as frauds.
So what’s a separate scared searching soul to do?
Maybe find something that speaks to you. Nature. Writing. Animals. Drawing. And merge with it. Any idiot can do it. Sing. Swim. Play. Just don’t become some rigid perfectionist. PLAY! Pay close attention. Mother nature is about to show you something wonderful, beyond the confines of your silly little mind.
Get naked of concepts and make love. PLAY! Its only everything. Let the play slowly overtake you and everything you hold so dear. Your fortress of horseshit. Lean into it, bitch! Let it fucking devour your special ideas and needs. Be a goddamn fool. You miserable fuck. and you may get lucky.
That wild bitch will come around hunting for your head with a knife. A midwife, birthing you into a very simple way of being. You are not what you think you are. If you’re lucky you’ll find out you’re much less.