There
is a thin line such to live is pure deaths while some joys are unnatural. Our feelings
shift others where he was acceptance but now something is unearthed; so much a
cave inside these opalescent distressors while gazing as accustomed to rockets.
Not to intrude, but I imagine my psych, as compelled to ask—Why aren’t you
livid?
Such
elements are irrefutable these sockets are inexorable while I see life as a
great error; we ignore so much but essence is evident and desperate explanations
engender sympathy.
Let me
convey a secret—our dear design—is instructed to dissect any and every theorem—to
reduce it to an absurdity:
so if
it is sentimental or keeping life reasonable—keep it hidden!
I do
not believe in much while humans are on thin ice but I believe that ultimate
enjoyment comes by knowing the truth; it may hurt, it may pinch, but it’s
better than limbo.
The
middle world is confusion those wolf-dogs so kind or friendly—so wild and
waiting.
[I do
apologize. It was hell to carry it. I realize most are distinguished—at least
inside!]
The shrubberies
the labyrinth those huge problems;
or
fortunate
a curse, or
cursed as a
blessing, where one is mostly nonchalant; but others are scientists, a need to
feel everything, where each atom
becomes
individualized assessment.
Such refulgent strength.
Such deeper existence.
While it carries pressures.
I feel unsteady
about loving in this wilderness; I feel captivated or more than curious while
something is depressed; this levity we hold this realistic element we grind
where gears are attached to deception; a man needing complete honesty, or a
woman needing accountability, while both are out of compromises: It doesn’t
work that way, so we withhold delicacies, while arguing inside that the relationship
isn’t deep enough. It can’t. Too many closed cabinets. But Love is deep and
reaching.
[I could
continue. I might not try. Where people watch and realize my errors; it becomes
slippery sloped: “I don’t need to like you, or pacify you, that is our child!”
But some powers we can’t ignore.]
While
purposed to exist or destined to feel, I can’t understand everything as
up for discussion.
