the body is not a fleshy prison for the spirit.
we transcend the arbitrary boundaries drawn around our skin.
we are so much more than the physical.

our bodies are just mere suggestions, not ordained truths.

truth is polyamorous. time is, too,
we are connected to the past, the future, the present,
the people we are, the people we love, the world that surrounds us, is us.
invisibility is not an objective state, it is a lack of ambition.

just because you don’t see us as us doesn’t mean we are not real.
reality surpasses vision.
our imagination is malnourished by a world that limits our potential to our ability to work + not our ability to love,
one that relegates dreaming to our sleeping.

what if we were to dream while awake?
the hyper individuation of the west crumbles beneath our feet + in our lungs.
we desire past the confines of the now.
we reject their reason, and instead we are honest — painfully so — in our feelings.

that behind every fact is a carousel of feelings.
behind every law is a panic attack.
behind every judge, and every doctor, and every politician is a broken heart.

we yearn desperately for an otherwise.
we begin that otherwise by surrendering to the complexity of ourselves + everyone around us.
we use science to appreciate our potential, not restrict it.
biology proliferates not imprisons.

the natural disposition of the world is infinity.
we are oriented towards multifaceted universes that exist beyond comprehension.
we resist being known, we insist on being experienced regardless of reason.

there are as many ways to exist as there are existences.

everything lives: the stone beneath our feet, the clouds above us. nothing dies — it just transforms. it goes elsewhere.

we are the descendants of elsewhere. star dust, skin cells, stray dreams.

we spill outside of the containers they filter us through.
we remain incorrigible, impure, and delightfully contaminated.
porous + welcoming of all the transitions, the refugees, the becomings, the future, the now.

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