In all the things that feels right, there is the source of wrongness. A thought of an outsider, the chosen one, the ugly duckling, the unique cell, the immortal cancer.

Given energy, it grows.
Giving it meaning, makes it last.

I find myself trembling in my own dellusions. A world where happiness can be found, where non really are. A place where I create my own wellbeing, despite anyone else’s effort or influence

A duality finds peace here. A mixture of feelings and choices. A positive and a negative magnate. The beauty and the beast. The rising, and the fallen. The ego and the nothingness.

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