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life is all about risk. risk of what you want to go right, going wrong. some risks you can calculate. some you can't and you either decide the risk is too great, or that it's acceptable and to go for it. sometimes u can't decide whether or not to take the risk. love is one of those risks u either usually can't decide whether or not to take the risk, or you ignore the risk completely and go for it. and usually, you can't blame yourself. everyone has heard "its better to have loved and lost than to never loved at all" and despite the pain it's usually true, cause, if you think rationally, and positively, despite the risk all along the way you would continue to take it, and everything happens for a reason and you can't look back and doubt you taking the risk cause for peace of mind, it happened for a reason and for all you know it was the best thing that could have taken up your time and space for however long it went on for.

forgot how i was gonna wrap this up but yea.

Always. When you least expect it, the smallest reaction, the faintest smile, the littlest gesture. Just like how I analyze contimplate, critically think, about everything. The receipt on the ground. The seconds left till the light changes. The story behind the racoon in the trash. The reason that whore is acting like...such a whore. Well I don't really want to know that last one I've done enough scrutenozong on - scrutenizing - what is scrutenozong?!? See. Analyzing random words that autocorrect on my iPhone. The number of lentils in the bowl (dad would know) the purpose that bum has in our lives. But hey that's just some of it and that's just me. Image what gods doin. Hey I'm just one of his many eyes

- Sufi on the go ( post made via iPhone)

I move to the beat of a different drum. A drum that's beat worn and torn, but that doesn't care. It's filled with bliss that it's alive, god beating on it, coursing through and through, my drum would enjoy the warmth of hell, the pressure of the depths of the earth, even the death of itself, as god pounds, beats, even destroys it, my drum



- Sufi on the go ( post made via iPhone)

Upset, with a smile on my face. Need to stick to my guns, but that face, that face, what devils misdeed will I learn from this angels sweet taste. Stick to my guns for gods sake...well wait... I'm still young, can't I make another mistake, please, for my sake? Or maybe Its time to take a brake, lessons in a different aspect of life, that would be better than what I missed, birthday cake


- Sufi on the go ( post made via iPhone)