The truth is I am stranger than I would like,
and my days pass like they were meant
for someone else; a someone stranger
to myself. (We do not say ‘hello’,
or make eye contact.)
Everything is happening too fast,
all at once, and yet,
all that is to happen–
it has already happened.
It is happening right now.
If we are dream walking through the cosmos,
if we are dream waking through our days,
oh please, oh please, can I play the Fool?
forreal if you have the patience to sit down and turn a shitty person into someone decent then that’s gr9 for you
but avoiding people who do terrible things is perfectly fucking ok to do because your priority is to yourself, not to some stranger who rubs you the wrong way
the idea that it’s bad to cut people who can be seen as toxic at first glance out of your life, is somehow bad to do, is some grade A+ bullshit