only read things once

the more times you read something the more possible meanings you take out of it the more meanings imparted the further from the initial meaning you derive as you grow further and further from this intent you spiral off tangentially reaching off and grasping at non-existent points that define the very bounds of reality and cognitive thought you pull apart at these seams and draw away the curtain of pretty lies and half-truths revealing the ugly reality that we hide from ourselves and one another the tapestry woven into the background and forgotten painted over and bricked away built around and contained by allowing yourself to reread something by listening to the same words twice you gradually wear away at this barrier you gradually reveal the truth that you know deep down that you always knew you should never dare to see never dare to seek out and yet you look and when you recoil away in terror and pain at what you find you have the outright gall to blame those who hid it away for hiding it in a manner where you could find it in your obsession despite knowing deep down that the fault is your own

that is why

you only read things

once