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live or die... no inbetween
by Kalikala SmithFiltered with too many flowers to explain your view,
all you'd like to do is stare.
And I wonder if I were just older than now, would I comply to such a thing?
To be dead to the world. How ironic is that. We couldn't be any more alive unless we're buried in our graves.
What to take from the living... is it really ours to take? Should we even bother? The living is just a stream of opinions and phrases that never coinside with any amount of harmony. They're just one jumbled mess of knick knacks, collecting dust on the mantle. So who are we to say whether we are right or wrong, or up or down? Aren't we all just collecting dust?
If we are dead, then we are truely. Yet if we are alive we've come to the idea that there are stages of existance. One woman is more liberated than another for sleeping with a man and knowing his parts. Another woman is more intune if she can cook and clean and make babies and make money than the one who lives for her one and only precious child. Who are we to say what is better... what is more just, more true, more sincere. We are all alive, aren't we? We all breathe the same toxin air, smoke the same weed, get the same cancer.
What's so different a bout the man next to me who believes that someday he will rule a planet and have lots of wonderful baby gods he'll call his children... what's so different between him and me? Me, who thinks stars are windows into heaven... who thinks everyone should have something good to say about something. Am I better, more alive? Do I feel things more perceptively than he could?
In the end, what does it come down to? Monday night football... soccer moms... people who smile. People who are seemingly more alive get ahead in the world while the "dead" trudge along, barely keeping their eyes open.
We should either be alive or dead. 11/02/2003 Posted on 11/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith
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