Monday, December 9, 2019

If One is Not Careful We Lose Persistence to Indifference


I spend mornings talking with life this incognito pantomime where realization is self-reflective; but a second to regroup but a moment to abhor while something listens by emotion; our battles self-sewn our realities one-sided as pushed through myopic telescopes; to imagine you at something gentle becomes easy to sense; needing those chains as requiring those chains while angry about broken chains; thereinto, this strewing of seeds those fertile grounds and hereupon this war brewing into soil. But it was difficult to ignore, it was hell to play pretend, where memories are always jaded; wherewith, a casual soul so sunk into addiction so strong and so withered;
           
to cry impatience to honor particular sentiments while so interchangeable; those perfected rounds this breaking into pieces these strange requirements; as rushed through life, or refilmed behaviors, with unmixed hostilities; so imagined deeper insecurities while ours turn against us and those dislike our music; (to watch closely while admiring my inadequacies to realize I am not working with a full kit; this ravishing feeling over something being theirs while here the issue becomes indifference; those times it was easy as such backlash where a person is incapable of trust; to imagine this realism where a man ventures out and connects with the most horrible person possible); but daisies are in place, our Zen garden is motion, and we shall never speak again; this rich hope as it gravens our souls but life is often disappointing. We never mention this we hold a stronger position and we sell optimism; indeed, many moments are spectacular and life becomes an adventure while in actuality much of life is monotony.

It becomes a clove stationed at lips such smog and smoke; to have a liquid thought to recoil slightly while reflecting upon glacier implications; as knowing we do not know and seeing we do not see while something is registering; this deceitful mechanic those lowly receptors at something terribly frustrating; this gap in science where feelings are integral but logic is prided; to divorce from self this hard earned loss where one becomes quite abnormal; but acting is in effect, while we master how to behave, in accordance with various situations.

I spend nights debating softly in reality wondering concerning this incomplete feeling; those radical assessments, looking at radical possibilities, while something that ingratiating might prove hazardous; but so replete at times where the mind shadows its ideologies and beauty is found in increments; such beliefs we possess where they mostly protect us while this is evolution; imagining hominid dangers, or even simplicities, where I couldn’t see one debating its existence; in our winnings we lose something delicate and in our loses we gain something delicate; as in the former we might lose our receptors and in the latter we might gain our receptors; either/or, it becomes painful, it becomes excruciating, where I realize the brains must shift.

She was most firm and polite and discrediting. I couldn’t fully phantom but something was uneasy and reality was battling itself; to imagine something one way and to receive something another way this becomes a time for reflection; if but to un-gravel something conceptual as to wrestle with filaments in an effort to loosen indifference.

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