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Surai

Surai

born on a sinking ship
Mar 26, 2024
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The animalistic side of the earth. Is a predator waiting in the grass. With the senses at it's use, so refined by nature because of the secret will of survival. Where the sounds are filtered through the ear. The vision and flood of chemicals in the brain. To further motivate for a kill. This world is very raw and unforgiving. We are just aware. The result of humanity from trying to make our own understanding. But the animals such as ourselves. Like thinly veiled thorns pierce the fabrics of any morality we may have conjured up as a collective society to keep the animal at bay. But what we realized is that an animal can not live without being itself, what it was made for. It is hard for a society to hide nature, when it is the only thing keeping humans alive. It's an unfortunate conscious realization that tears animals from the inside out. And still by the predator. But prey still have to eat. A cycle of eating each other. Where animals still rip each other apart to live. A system that can only live if it eats itself. And to live is the essence of life. Nature thrives on violence. On besting the other creature in any vile way it can. It's gotten to a point where everything ends. Even a fake fleeting feeling. Because I just know it's nature at work to keep me living. When all it is. All that this animal ever wanted. Since the day they were born. Was death. To end this feeling of not forgetting. The way animals had shown them how much they dislike existing. And how much they are themselves holding on to themselves. Where the animals comes up from the throat to announce itself to this world. Life was a mistake and I realize in that I am a mistake. To have been born. But so grateful for the exit. For the answer to it all. And that is to leave. As soon as I can, before I have to experience another gruelling second, because even the seconds last years.
 
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