plato’s cave

knowing is scarier than not knowing

What if everything I was ever afraid of was true?

What then?

I spend so much time hiding and running away, if I can just escape the light then the darkness will shroud my ugly and deformed skin and I can just pretend that the fire really is the sun and the cave really is the world and I will never have to step out and be blinded by the searing truth

Whatever the fuck the truth is

My legs have atrophied and I really would rather sit here in my cave, in my chains, piss and shit in a bucket while watching dancing trees in the glow of the crackling fire

If my chains feel loose then my bruises don’t matter

My bruises don’t exist

If a pope shits in the woods

Or so the saying goes