All you do is twisted and makes no sense.
You never make sense, you never sleep, you never do what you should do. All you do is think and think and plot out your imagination, all of it so rich and thick and soul-consuming that it verges on being a painful experience. But you have a problem with that too, don’t you?
You invite that pain and then you avoid it. You put yourself in tricky situations and then you refuse to ask for help. You try to love yourself and then you give yourself every reason not to. Why are you like this, what do you want, and how I can I ever cope?
You always took that bet- wanting to live a life full of contradictions that resulted from inviting and accepting every thought around you. Letting it sit for a while before filtering, adjusting it to your lens before any analysis. But it is a smudged lens nonetheless, no matter how hard you try, your grey areas never subside. Your refusal to live in a black and white world and your stupid attempts to win and thrive in a black and white world is a never ending tug of war that drains all your emotional strength, and then you go ahead and recharge yourself by diving into a pool of obsession with something completely irrelevant. It’s a cycle that keeps repeating, and you keep waiting. You keep waiting for that one day to arrive when you can sound sure about something, the one day when you know your place in the world. The one day you don’t feel guilty or think about the million parallel ways the world would dissolve in your arms if you happen to not consider an alternative solution to something. The one day when you are truly, really at peace, knowing that the next day will not result in the obliteration of that peace.
I love you, okay? But you wear me out so much. I love your curiosity, I love your enthusiasm about life, I love your thoughtfulness. But you are so confusing. You burn so bright when you begin something and lose all of that in a matter of milliseconds. You can never decide anything, even a little glimpse on an alternate reality makes you change the gears in your brain as you descend into that version, erasing every other plan that ever existed before. You respect logic but you have never made a single logical decision in your life. Because all you do is dive. You dive but you never thrive. And then you go ahead and console yourself because you can’t stand being sad for long. You move ahead, erase, forget, stamp your made-up philosophy in the faces of everyone who bothers, always distracting yourself and the others with something new to make things painless. And every single time, it has worked, the sorrow subsides, but the consequences pile up. You are stupid, so stupid, so, so, stupid.
Then again, the universe has been kind. Stupidity is a sin that is often forgiven. At least your stupidity stems from your the soil of your own discarded thoughts, at least it’s organic. At least you consider.
I have to say this, I’m just as obtuse as you. Together, we make an individual who is half-functional at best, but like you, I take that bet. It is a stupid world after all, and I’m glad that you try to escape finding definitions for yourself in that space. It is, all in all, a form of compartmentalization- trying to sort and define. Trying to know your meaning in a world as if the world in itself has any meaning of its own. And ok, I will not give you hell about this. Such boundaries disgust me too. You see the grey specks and lose yourself in that vortex while I watch you fall. It’s a necessary ordeal. Maybe you burn and you extinguish soon after, but the world is also the same. It will also burn so bright and wipe out everything the next second. Maybe you have made no reasonable choice, ever, but there has never been a reasonable choice to take up in the first place. Everything is relative, and sometimes it makes you lose your mind knowing that you will suffer because you never allow yourself to suffer. Your suffering is inevitable, and you’ll never even know when it would begin and when it would die out.
Everything you do is twisted and makes no sense. Everything I do is twisted and makes no sense. Everything that happens in the world is twisted and makes no sense.
All I know is that I hate you, my conscience. You always change your stance so easily, but you never really do. Which is also why I love you and nothing makes sense. I love you in all of your twisted glory, and I know that I can’t help it, and everything is doomed, so I’ll keep on loving you like the wretched being I am.
~Blue strawberries