Everytime I ask them to put some more poison in me to make me live longer, it feels better and they seem happier to help.
Going backwards is the opposite gesture in life.
For most of my adulthood, being grown up involved filling myself with smoke. Since discovering how truly immature that was, the gesture is outward. Breathing out all the harm, letting the poisons push out the smoke…..just to the point of life being made real again.
Now, with a real life, I can see truth, warmth, colours as never before; wisdom in the world….although despair always tries to mask them out.
Wisdom is air.
Wisdom is breath.
Wisdom only comes when you allow your body to think, your brain to feel and your heart to breathe.
