Saturday, December 15, 2012

A light circles the world.

When I think of what defined me, the anxious pride of that, the obsession to keep it going for no great reason other than having someone to be... I am happy to let it go. Who I am is greater than what those things are. It includes them, but is not limited to them. A light circles the world and I would rather be an anonymous glowing particle in that, than any specific thing that pains itself to be distinct.

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