All In Or Nothing

There’s a suddenness, a sullenness. There are me and my being quite impromptu ruptured unto this portal, a realization of sorts.

The huge weight lifting from upon my shoulders, then my body, then my heart, and then my soul.

There’s this realization of the existence of another, an other being, and the vastness of that being.

In my temporary insanity I have now stumbled upon a new reality of sorts, of the age, the wisdom of truth.
As if the rain has washed away my tears, my heart, and the anguish that lay in my heart.
As if the permanent change of narrative, the change in the story of the existence of humans and humanity within has now culminated to a point of an either and or.

Either the yin or the yang.
Either the good or the bad.
Either the just or the unjust.

There’s a need to define all of this, everyone I know, everyone I have known, and hence inadvertently everyone I will know, into this, either and or.

For I have, inherently become, such an analogous being. For I now know, I always was, an analog girl in a digital world.
And as I am opening myself up to this new idea of either and or, it is freeing my space, it is creating expanses of solitude where either you exist or you perish.

Either you live within me or you live everywhere else in the world, in everyone else that you may find shards of your being in.

I have, now, released power from within me, a power more powerful than myself.
One, the tryst with which had only shaken me to the core. And in these cores now I am realizing a new depth.

Suddenly, hollowness has converted to depths, and depths have converted to realizations and realizations have converted to manifestations.

All that is, is.
All that was, was.
All that will be, will be.
And in all of my life and beyond infinity,
I’ll float my analogous soul to either and or.

It was, is, and will always be — All in or Nothing.