Feeling pensive, vulnerable and open. Felt the need to write something. Thinking about the imbalances within the world and I began to reflect upon myself and the imbalances within myself.
I know it is wrong to be prejudicial, wrong to judge others based on meek and shallow aspects of their being, but sometimes thoughts like this flood my mind.
Is knowledge the ability to reconfigure my initial prejudices into informed opinions, or the ability to cast them aside all together? will I become a shell of my former self if I do not pay heed to these initial feelings?
What about ones that linger long afterwards, creeping around the consciousness, building on the insecurities that I carry with me. every time I pay attention to that lingering feeling my stomach drops.
There’s no end in sight to the cavern that is my hollowed core, only that I know one day it will hit something with such force it will shatter everything I have created, loved and loathed.
