inquiry

Would that it were as simple as “finding the right person”.

How is that even possible given members of this species seemingly lie more than they truth?

And, of course, the latter always comes first curiously leaking, next annoyingly gushing, next panic-strickenly hemorrhaging – and I be talking about a truth that's not merely inconvenient, but white light painfully I'd-have-done-everything-differently-had-I-known-before-separating-became-painfully-complicated.

All of which, of course, begs for return to the genuine here/now, to the absence of identification with a mere thought/re-presentation of “thing in itself”.

Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyep.