Dismantled Desire...

You stop performing the myth so blindly every time when you laugh you don’t kill the joy, they told you it’s beautiful and mystical by god in fire and light like the eternal thrill You stop performing the myth so blindly every time when you laugh you don’t kill the joy, but they forgot the part where it’s awkward, funny, clumsy and strange You stop performing the myth so blindly every time when you laugh you don’t kill the joy, we crown it holy then hide it behind curtains like something shameful You stop performing the myth so blindly every time when you laugh you don’t kill the joy, why do we regret it, li about it chase it like junkies chasing ghosts… You can remember perfection is always edited it’s not about cynicism but it’s about balance, you see them there flawless, polished and it it is lit from the inside like a sculpture of charm in the shape of a stranger You can remember perfection is always edited it’s not about cynicism but it’s about balance, something you don’t see is something that drove others away You can remember perfection is always edited it’s not about cynicism but it’s about balance, we forgot that everyone has chapters they don’t post or flaws that cover in heartbreaks they never mention You can remember perfection is always edited it’s not about cynicism but it’s about balance, to idealize is to ignore the footnotes and those footnotes does matter… We stop seeing the person behind the pose giving away your dignity to the ghost of your mind, we worship what we can’t touch even pretend it shines because it’s far We stop seeing the person behind the pose giving away your dignity to the ghost of your mind, we think the distant thing is always better that the person beyond reach much glow in the dark We stop seeing the person behind the pose giving away your dignity to the ghost of your mind, but distance is just blur even not brilliance as the closer you get, the more cracks appear in the marble We stop seeing the person behind the pose giving away your dignity to the ghost of your mind, that model, that icon, that person you envy, they have broken too as they’ve wept in silence… You realize objectivity is a form of compassion not a fool, not a puppet but becoming a person awake and aware, this way of thinking won’t make you cold but it’ll make you clear You realize objectivity is a form of compassion not a fool, not a puppet but becoming a person awake and aware, it is not also about turning off your feelings but it’s about turning on your judgement You realize objectivity is a form of compassion not a fool, not a puppet but becoming a person awake and aware, you can still feel deeply, still ache, still hope but won’t confuse the ache for truth anymore You realize objectivity is a form of compassion not a fool, not a puppet but becoming a person awake and aware, you’ll see people as people, not trophies, not tests, not salvation in doing so you might just see yourself more clearly too… Watchwords: Ask yourself the things you want the most, who profits off that want Who gains when. You feel ugly, or lonely, or unchosen But you can starve it just by noticing it exists but make sure it’s your voice wanting Not every thought needs to be followed, not every pull obeyed

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Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*

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As and will always be reminding you to dream: *“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*