the leftovers&

Not quite no--not almost yes

the quote of the day is an echo
what is there to say
beyond the feelings that persist
what is there to explore
beyond the energy that connects
what is there to analyze
beyond the force that brought us together.

It is true, we build walls
mostly to keep our monsters in
the sum of it is that we end up
keeping beauty out.

Somewhere I read today that
"YOU WILL NOT EXPERIENCE ALL LIFE HAS TO OFFER
YOU OR BEGIN TO EXPERIENCE LIFE AT ITS FULLEST
AS LONG AS YOU ARE SATISFIED WITH MEDIOCRITY
and I get it -- because life is about connections
love and the like
and the energy of the universe in us
and the force that brings us together
we accept that or live a half life
not quite happy or unhappy
not quite in love or loved
not quiet fulfill but half content
creating a life that is pretend
happy to project in others a full life
project love where there is none
project happiness where there is none
project fulfillment where there is none
happy with our life
as it is in other peoples heads
yet our own life is less than we dream it to be ...

Makes me want to weep -- why live the Facebook life?

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