Life crashing like waves of the sea.
Exactly where they need to.
Where they have to.
Aggression accumulating like the honey of bees.
Because you let it.
Because you want it.
A release, as if a prison riot has taken place.
Due to the pressure.
Due to the isolation.
Tranquility, as if you've solved the puzzle.
Only to be incorrect.
Ignorance is bliss.
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Do we con ourselves into believing we know the answers? The more you think about it the deeper it gets and the bigger the questions get...... if only my mind didn't raise the questions or the need to know..... yep ignorance is bliss.
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