We’ll all talk splatter talk and figure our art is aligned with the ninety four stars we count on Sunday nights.
We’ll all understand that hurt and trial and ache is a shit part of breathing and that it doesn’t align with anything except happiness.
We’ll all know that happiness is what makes life worth living and without happy coinsiding with levels of pain, happy wouldn’t exist and thus, sadness is a completion of a circle and without it, life would fucking suck.
At least we’ll tell ourselves that in the bad times.
And we’ll believe it even in the good.
Because that’s what life particles are about.
Making your mind believe anything.
Because it can and it will.
Anything you tell it.