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Down the Rabbit Hole

Pills can't fix everything.

Pills can’t fix everything.

I’ll be your Morpheus for today. There is no blue pill (ignore the Viagra) & there is no red pill for happiness (ignore the Cipralex in my hand). Pills can only do so much, the rest is up to you. I’m speaking from experience.

The red pill and its opposite, the blue pill, are symbols representing the choice between blissful ignorance (blue) and embracing the sometimes painful truth of reality (red).

You have to find your own balance & happiness, & you will. You are worth so much more than the truths that you swallow. Medication can help you, but they can’t guide to towards the peace & calm that you seek. Only love, patience & understanding can do that.

Lines from “The Matrix”, starring You:

Morpheus: I imagine that right now you’re feeling a bit like Alice. Tumbling down the rabbit hole?

You: You could say that.

Morpheus: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a person who accepts what they see because they’re expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate?

You: No.

Morpheus: Why not?

You: ‘Cause I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my life.

Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you’re here. You’re here because you know something. What you know, you can’t explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there’s something wrong with the world.

You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

There is a 3rd option, you just can't see it yet. It begins & ends with you.

There is a 3rd option, you just can’t see it yet. It begins & ends with you.

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Red Gold

The only piece of you I had left I wore around my neck.
At first it was my fingers that wore you with pride.
I loved you even though I knew that I shouldn’t.
But your memory wasn’t all that it was made out to be.
I outgrew you & threw you over my solid gold chain when you had no right to be worn along with a gift my mother had given me.
Why’d I even bother to carry you around?

Never cleaned you off.
So red instead of pure gold.
Tainted purity around my neck.
Naturally, time left your stain on my heart.
I put you out there for all to see unknowingly.
I never knew that a memory could hold somebody hostage.

I took in the most that I could.
One day the burden I carried finally broke down & fell to the ground while I was losing my cool.
I could have fixed this once again, but I realized that I don’t want to be fixed, I want to be understood.
So I sold my red gold weight & made my way through life.
Any sign of you was nothing more than skin deep.
The show’s over, I’m doing better alone.

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