I think that love has to do with the lack of judgement, the urge, the eagerness to understand. to feel beyond your own senses, beyond your perception. to find an inner meaning, an inner beauty, an inner value that don’t exist to be understood.

what’s judgement but our greatest self-deception. we need to feel we know, we need to feel safe. but we don’t know shit. we’re terrified to know, or simply don’t even consider there’s something else to know, that’s the truth. we come here and scratch the surface and then we’re gone. back to the universe. how the hell are we supposed to know something about anything.

I swear this consciousness of us is just an intruder in this world.



The ones who walk away from Omelas

When the brimful are the unfulfilled

The ones that don’t belong

The ones that can’t belong

The ones eternally pursuing

(What? They don’t know yet)

(Will they ever know?)

The ones that don’t seem to get there

because there’s just nowhere to go


(And we know it)


“The ones who walk away from Omelas” fucked me up. And I’m glad.