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The introspection that never happened or took too long to begin; perhaps if you were to look up a bit more off your screen, your self-esteem might start growing. Imposing uncomprehensible monologues to yourself or them, ruminating never suited your shade of skin, looking rather pale or sick. But keep going, if self-pitying entertains what remains of Your Self. Capital Y and S, for no reason or ALL of them. Highlights, italics, bold font, fillers, botox, and influencers, do not have the answers you appear to be looking for. TRAGIC. How can one survive his reflection without digital filters and highly contrasted edits? How could one rest at night blinded by blue light and empty images?
Inserting a fork into your eye won’t improve your vision; if that’s the magic remedy you’re relying on, you should move on. Starring too long at the dark sea blurs the horizon and tends to distort all perception. Second after second, pretty after ugly, kind after nasty, the persona you embody shifts to nurture the indecisive demon hiding beyond.
Like a dental x-ray, inflict upon your self the clear vision that will fill in cavities and cover indecisions.


Praying at night, hoping dearly, wishing, all this won’t sort it. It has to come from within. Start dancing; it’s nothing else but a waltz with your eyes and your mind. I could keep going but who wants to hear it; especially coming from me. A nobody, an abstracted being interacting with you through the online realm. All I’m saying is that poetry healed me, and that if you’re open to beauty, you’ll be blinded by it. Every day, at every step of your existential meandering, look up for once. Interestingly, it is when we slow down and ponder that the fire starts burning. Within.
Food for thought, an impromptu therapy session imposed on you, LES AUTRES. Si je pouvais, j’interdirais le téléphone en dehors des heures de bureau. Ça détendrait un peu, aiderait à remettre les compteurs à zéro. Pour les non francophones, tant pis, il y a Reverso. Des années de distortion, ça ne se guérit pas en un clic. Le processus est long, plutôt déchirant. Alors, bon. On inspire pour expirer ce qu’on peut. Tant qu’on reste à niveau. Un petit coup de pouce de temps à autre, ça coûte pas grand chose.
Because too often you ended up disrespecting yourself. THE END.
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