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β˜₯ π”‡π”žπ”«π” π”¦π”«π”€ 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”‡π”’π”žπ”‘ β˜₯

I thought I missed the past, but what I really missed were certain aspects of the past that did not compose the majority of it.
What I really miss are:
❧ sincerity
❧ authenticity
❧ creative expression
❧ innovation
❧ nonconformity
❧ independent media
All these things still exist, but they are harder to find now than they were back then.

𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀𝔰 β„‘ π”ͺ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔬π”ͺ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”­π”žπ”°π”± π”žπ”―π”’ 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔑 π”Ÿπ”’π”Άπ”¬π”«π”‘ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π” π”²π”―π”±π”žπ”¦π”«, 𝔬𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔒𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔑𝔒, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒 β„œπ”’π”žπ”©π”ͺ 𝔬𝔣 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”‡π”’π”žπ”‘. β˜₯

𝔗π”₯𝔒 π”‡π”’π”žπ”‘ π”₯π”žπ”³π”’ 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 π”¦π”«π”‘π”¦π”³π”¦π”‘π”²π”žπ”© 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔰, π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 π”Ÿπ”’π”žπ”²π”±π”¦π”£π”²π”© 𝔭𝔒𝔯𝔰𝔭𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔒𝔰.

β„‘ π”₯π”žπ”³π”’ 𝔫𝔬 𝔑𝔒𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔒 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔦𝔒, π”Ÿπ”²π”± 𝔠𝔬π”ͺπ”ͺπ”²π”«π”¦π” π”žπ”±π”¦π”«π”€ 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”‡π”’π”žπ”‘ π”₯π”žπ”° π”ͺπ”¦π”±π”¦π”€π”žπ”±π”’π”‘ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”­π”žπ”¦π”« 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱π”ͺ𝔬𝔑𝔒𝔯𝔫 π”₯𝔒𝔀𝔒π”ͺ𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 π”ͺ𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔒 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± π”­π”’π”―π”³π”žπ”‘π”’π”° 𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔯𝔢𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀 π”₯π”žπ”° π” π”žπ”²π”°π”’π”‘ π”ͺ𝔒. β„‘ π”₯π”žπ”³π”’ π”©π”’π”žπ”―π”«π”’π”‘ π”ž 𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬π”ͺ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”‡π”’π”žπ”‘ π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔯 π”­π”’π”―π”°π”¬π”«π”žπ”© 𝔒𝔡𝔭𝔒𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔒𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬π”ͺ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”­π”žπ”°π”±. β„‘ π”₯π”žπ”³π”’ π”Ÿπ”’π” π”¬π”ͺ𝔒 π”ͺ𝔬𝔯𝔒 𝔒𝔡𝔭𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔒 π”žπ”° β„‘ π”‘π”žπ”«π” π”’ 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ 𝔱π”₯𝔒π”ͺ π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ 𝔱π”₯𝔒π”ͺ. β„‘ π”ͺ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔑𝔒𝔰 π”žπ”«π”‘ π”ͺ𝔲𝔯𝔑𝔒𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔣𝔯𝔒𝔒-𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔒𝔑 π”¦π”«π”‘π”¦π”³π”¦π”‘π”²π”žπ”©π”° 𝔴π”₯𝔬 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔭 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔒 π” π”žπ”―π”° π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔢𝔒𝔩𝔩 "𝔅𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔭𝔦𝔀𝔰!!!" π”žπ”«π”‘ π”žπ”―π”’ 𝔰𝔬 π”­π”žπ”°π”°π”¦π”¬π”«π”žπ”±π”’π”©π”Ά π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔬𝔭𝔒𝔫𝔩𝔢 π”žπ”«π”±π”¦π”’π”°π”±π”žπ”Ÿπ”©π”¦π”°π”ͺ𝔒𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔯 π”°π”žπ” π”―π”’π”‘ 𝔦𝔫𝔑𝔒𝔭𝔒𝔫𝔑𝔒𝔫𝔱 π”©π”¦π”Ÿπ”’π”―π”žπ”±π”’π”‘ 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔰.

𝔖𝔬π”ͺ𝔒𝔱𝔦π”ͺ𝔒𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”‡π”’π”žπ”‘ π”žπ”―π”’ π”Ÿπ”’π”±π”±π”’π”― 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔫𝔑𝔰 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”« 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔏𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔀.

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I wish I could express every facet of myself but the moon is partially obscured by darkness and so am I. The darkness of hegemonic ignorance that prevents us from knowing ourselves, but also the darkness of society’s ignorance as they are conditioned to hurt what they fear out of unknowing, as ignorance births fear.

I am exhausted from depending on the light of others to live vicariously through, the way the moon is only seen in the blackened night sky because it receives its light from the sun, since it is unable to produce its OWN light. I CAN produce my OWN light, but it is concealed into obscurity, like the many faces of the moon.

I ALSO wear many faces.

I HATE hiding myself in the darkness of society’s expectations, but I do it so I can be SAFE.

I hope that one day I can open up and scatter rainbows on the walls through ALL my facets.


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