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One globally ascendant cancer is that, people create boxes and demand that you fit in.
And when you do not, you are labelled 'misfit'.
They deny the right to grow into your own shape. They rob you of the chance to be YOU.

This is it.
A world where one hurts another. The latter carries that hurt along, eventually hurting the new. And it goes on and on _ a vicious cycle.
In the long run, it's just a chain of hurt travelling among different hosts who eventually become vectors, each modifying the hurt before transmission...

There's something about Acceptance
Clearly not defeat. It's about acknowledgment. About not being delusional. Waking up to reality. It's bravery.
And once you allow it to dawn on you, it gives you its power that comes with clarity. It makes you capable.
Capable of change...

So, yes
I love writing. It's beautiful. Unique. Alluring.
Never really loved it though, however, after a while, it found me
And that's one magical part of it
And should I be asked; why writing?
I'll simply say...
'What better way to express yourself than penning a paper'

It's addictive.
Once you've been cooped away for a while, with everything in place, boredom loses it's hold.
It becomes quiet, serene, peaceful. You don't wanna go back to the chaos.
And from outside, you can now choose your steps. Build your circle. It's like it gets clearer.
The veil gets off. The blind becomes transparent...

And oceans, trees, the beautiful sky-
They all tell the same story;
The wonders that exist,
The unexplained,
And that which cannot be fathomed.
And yeah, you might want to believe it's all good-
But I argue, NO.
Just as the good and miraculous nature feels great,
So does the complex, undeserved hurt, feel terrible-
As though it's been sophisticated.
And why should it be so?
Why should it have to be that way?
Who gets to decide?
Who gets to choose?
It's bittersweet, you might say.
Is it though?
Or is it just what it is:
A meaningless meaning,
Or a meaning to the meaningless?
By Kumena Joshua

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Apparently, SILENCE is the LOUDEST

The Artistic work. The fleeting overwhelming embrace. Not wanted though. The inescapable. Maybe the calm in chaos.
Crash that, oh f**k... it just ain't working..
The drowning sensation. Quitting not an option, cause the war's everywhere, nowhere to rest. Sucks, drains the life outta ya. S**t , s**t, s**t. Need to disintegrate and disappear into thin air

On a death roll
Runn'n throughout it's last
Time's the measuring tool
Just keeps ticking, somewhere just beneath the surface
Dilemma, Confusion, Frustration are the flooding agents
The unknown lies unknown, the actual flood, the hit, the pressure it exerts
Ain't no roller coaster, maybe a vicious cycle