I can write nothing new.
Nothing is new,
Nothing.
Our understanding of the events and words we are subjected to is what changes.
Words I have heard a hundred times before still floor me when used in the right context.
I have this epiphany all over again which I swear I knew before.
I am that very gold fish that Ani Difranco talks about in her song, with no memory for the little plastic castle. I am like sysyphus pushing that boulder up a mountain. I am have a history which repeats. I am a broken record. I am words. I am action and reaction. I am evolution. I am human. I will die just like everyone else but I am not worried because the memory of me will live on forever.
I have never learned anything new, because everything i know was inside of me already I just keep being reminded of it, rediscovering the irrelevance of direction.
Its like searching so hard for some new way to do or say something when you realize...
what you need is always with you.
so many ways to say the same things.
So many people with the same goals, only to be confused by words and stories and the illusion of linear movement.
What I have is with me.
What I know is inside of me.
What time is it?
Where am I?
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