standing in the face of truth, however harsh it may be, I die somemore and it feels good.there is nothing to hide from, nothing that needs protecting, -blow apart any remaining notion or hanging on of an identity or attachment to any part of the story. The things that keep dragging me back-look at them, face them, see them, meet them, then they fall away, dissolve into nothing, made of nothing. They have no substance.
this.here.right here.right now...there's only this
