Strange forces

Today is my 5th day of taking Zoloft.

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We are dots of experience on a grid grating by on time. Time connects these dots together, gives us unique form.

We think we are special. We lie sprawling across the platform of life, confident in the knowledge that each of our dots is placed on an irreplaceable coordinate. Our form is by itself unique.

Our form is by nature of time and experience uniquely confined. We lie sprawling on our own across the platform of life and realise that we are limited, and therefore, alone.

We search for order. Stories, equations, coordinates to give order in the great great grid of infinite universe where we are infinitesimal dots lined up by strange forces.

We open our eyes each day, as a page turns and morning dawns- to search for someone who is parallel to us. That is one of the great meanings in our existence.

It is a gift to find someone on the same axis.

As bent as we are by life’s convoluted experiences, we lie, sprawling across the great great grid of the universe, searching for someone who is our parallel, who may at last

understand.

And strange forces will align the spaces between two separate beings

And render them

Parallel.

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Song of the day: Strange Fruit