some people get it.
some people want to get it,
and so spend their whole lives looking for it.
some people get it, and hate it because it shines a light on their emptiness.
and they hate, they hate so much, and tear it all down.
Others get it, but run from it, because they fear the ugliness of the haters.
Some get it, and announce it brilliantly-
and are destroyed for it.
how about you?
what do you see?
where will you go?
how will you die?
Get Some
