I am a Gemini. "What..." you may ask yourself, "...the fuck does this matter"? Well (hold your horses!) I'll tell you. Aside from any firm belief in astrology, I do uphold that I have a dualistic way of looking a the world. For every smudge of darkness you notice there must be a countering stroke of light. For all of the invasive voices you hear, there is the referential calming utterance. I am only sad because I understand joy and I love the rain because I know the sun. It isn't poetry I am trying to write, it is simply a realistic, honest observation, and it's true. We may not recognize it because we are so caught up in being right and figuring our what we mean in this world, but it is true.
With that I will tell you that although I may dedicate this blog to the expression of frustration and tenancy towards "edge", I equally hold in my blackish-whitish heart an untampered, un-flaunted soft spot for the beautiful, the humane, the kind and the peaceful. I cry a lot at thoughts of innocence, especially innocence threatened. All I yearn for is something real. A Pure red, a crisp rose petal, a perfectly, untrudged puddle. I want to know the world without human coercion, without fingerprint. But to me, I know that someone always comes in and walks through my flower bed, and that makes me sad. The helpless child then gets angry and learns that throwing toys got her nowhere but deeper in the mess, so she started a blog and wrote anger instead.
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