Subject: No fun here Well another week has passed since I lost my identity. I thought I had it when I started the week, but somehow during the discourse of the entangled body of work and play, it slipped away yet again. No triangulation of interplay could better it find it now, but I am now convinced that I had never really owned my identity, but more likely rented it.
This may seem overly simple or possibly deep to those who actually think beyond your next drink, however it is a realization that belonged to the now empty cavernous vessel that once housed a joyful spirit and optimistic and futuristic gaze. Oh pity the sadness that is attached to the loss, A selfishness connected to selflessness. A twisted plight of ambivalence and haze.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to give honor to the identity that was never stolen but relinquished; never owned so rented; never there, but here. It is collected in a pool called consciousness and there it sits forever to quiet your thirst for knowing by letting go of what was once held so tightly.
Goodbye dearest me!
SOURCE: MakrD
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