The sky is never just blue
It’s hostile blue or friendly blue
People are never just people, they are either against me or with me
Should I build a between?
Can the sky become neutral, can I not care about people
Would it be real, or would I lie to myself?
And what if it became true
Would it just a be a suicide of the intense mind?
Or a liberation?
I’m not afraid of losing my mind
I’m afraid of not feeling greatness
If the intensity, the greatness, is my undoing, so be it
To be crushed into nothingness by greatness
Instead of being slowly eaten away by mediocrity
Instead of existing without the fire and the path
Maybe the end of this sane and rational mind is the start of the next phase
Do I even want liberation?
What does it mean
I would prefer to not be dependent on calories
To not spend so much time in toilet
What if the sane and collective part of life is potty training for what’s coming?
I still make a mess sometimes when I pee
Is there a standard for me to reach to be accepted?
To become superhuman