Don’t really like doing it, y’know. Don’t like to think of myself as a follower. But there comes a point when it has to be done. Just drink it down.
I’m talking about drinking something day in and day out until you start to change from the inside. Maybe it tastes good, or tastes great, or makes you cry about things you want to feel but just can’t because you shut that part up long ago. So you just shut up and drink.
Some people don’t know what they’re drinking. It just has flavor so they do it. Some people have gagged on some bad shit so they don’t drink the same shit as before. Some people don’t drink at all. They swing their heavy burdens like a pendulum, unaware of Kool-Aid, or too numb to taste anything.
My Kool-Aid isn’t sweet, and it’s not always tasty, but I can’t stop drinking it. I’m hooked. And here it is: a heart full of love once usurped but now restored. A tempered mind, not a heavy one. A love for art and love without fear.