I Know What Sally Would Say

Who cares Who Cares Who cares.

Who cares?

Can you answer that question without caring?
Don’t lie!

After all – I’m talking to you and I’ll know if you’re lying.

Believe me…I’ll know. Most likely I won’t say anything…I’ll just know and our relationship will go, accordingly.

Life is beautiful but for none of the reasons you think.

Because you don’t allow yourself to really think.

You just allow reflection of others thoughts.

And reflections can be beautiful as well.

In the same way a picture can be beautiful,
or an object
or a person
or anything you look at.

But try experiencing the beauty of something you don’t look at.

You can do it. But you can’t look.

And you definitely can’t think about it, if you think about it, you destroy it.

Every time you think about it, you degrade it’s beauty.

The mind degrades beauty – the mind makes beauty a reflection,

it makes beauty an object.

Beauty isn’t an object – it’s an experience, that’s why we’re in such dire straits with art

because everyone’s trying to grasp it.

“I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch”

I don’t know if I’m going to come out of the closet or not. I have so much to say, there is so much that I know is wrong, but I don’t feel like getting punched in the face, so maybe I feel more like being a pussy.

What I can say is that I have more than a decade of unresolved horseshit I’m carrying around with me. Now maybe I don’t need to unload my horseshit on unsuspecting vicitms but as I write that sentence my own Bullshit alarm goes off…

Let me ask the universe, because I don’t know if anyone else is reading…maybe Sally – if Sally could she would be here…

Should I tell my story?
Should I tell my truth?

I know what Sally would say.