i feel misunderstood and deceived.
you set me on a pedestal of expectation, and then walked away without a word. i looked around and grew wings to fly away from it all. my expectations got mashed into yours, and at the end there was a great primordial confusion of just not knowing anything at all. are you that attached to just the phenomenal?
not that i care to know the answer, not that i care for much at all. come to think of it, if thought is that which is happening, i never care, i just feel and know and abandon myself to non existence.
