My Response To Rumi
“If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill…”
- Jalaluddin Rumi
How much more sick can I get from here is what I want to know.
Wounds and reminders consist of my design and they are left treated, unkindly.
Illness is weakness and any sign of weakness I presented toward anyone of higher ranking strength very well noticed it and very well took it upon themselves to take absolute advantage of me.
Torment and disgust disguised as bullets and knives, a muted torture, and I was left tired than previously. Weaker!
Though… Maybe, in another world where I don’t doubt everything, you are of some truth. I had revealed myself weak and I am now not weak because of that escape from them… sadly, that isn’t the case for everyone, mind you.
Ignorance is the air we breathe, every breath we draw.
Perhaps we misunderstand our experiences.
12/24/16
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