Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Pressure Appears Undelivered

 

something is a hunch or a vacuum so filled by emptiness. where silence is comfort or harm or split by uncertainty. a soul deals with chaos, it seems natural, some design he never understands: its motive, its uncurable insistence, while non-reaction is too a reaction. (one can’t worry. those days are unsung. where a soul spent rays analyzing. as it wakens it’s there it doesn’t rest!) I imagine a woman one set in her discernment, where smooth sails are most discomfiting; such a battle to maintain such an understanding of normality, while essentially, “Normality are those things I condone.” it becomes static as never a complaint while we sense some things can’t be situated: those jazzy unthreading(s), those ways where others are wrong, but what is it like to have those brains? such a reason for behavior so much a conscienceness for too far an action—or needing something to unravel so as to go with while saying, or breathing, “Go in that direction.” it’s simultaneous or its unusually conscious while it spins by instinct—those values seeming raw those deceptions overcooked as one it able to become a gentle soul; our irreligious sciences, our irreligious morals, or our non-supernatural ethics. so much distance between us the buildings are unsafe I feel quite uneasy this way. an urge to whisper a need to show irritability but no one quite cares about nonviolence. people need excitement or exhilaration so poignant such prowess so torn by absoluteness. our caving hearts our harpoons where one carried his whale to home. to fiddle with a feeling to fathom uneasiness to watch one seeming like a riddle. a need to break its numbness to make it fret or to increase the quality of one’s existence. so much concrete where he believes it’s abstract while over there a woman is answering the call of a kettle.

 

I smoke a clove. I drink a Vizzy. I try to outwit an emotion. to no avail seated in my box while most elements depend upon me: by sudden shifts or feeling outdone while realizing even deceivers feel ousted. a tank of sediments three inches of water or the pace of a turtle. if to offer warmth to be understanding while discontentment seeps into consciousness. a soul to her screams a mother to her negligence while to earn you, I must be excellent; little room for humans or less of a touch for imperfect while nonetheless “I have a right to do vicious things.” (it seems hectic while looking at a butterfly to drop a tear; or touching a starfish to walk into self to witness deep blue or darkness; such a problem in me so in needs of a solution while some pegs are here without resolution; as insolvable or indelible where they get into flesh; such sickness we withstand we push our walls it’s sure exhausting!) one feels unread or unstable where most people just feel bored; as uneasy or untidy living quarters. to ask you never cry, no, not a tear, for essence in some are evil; they churn people, the disvalue people, they use or manipulate beyond thresholds. (it was death into a shadow to realize something disputable: we only manage trauma, the personality remains changed, the perception of like behaviors makes us feel withdrawn. many want entrance, if but to hear it speak, if but to redeem themselves. so slippery that last claim, but imagine a helper uninvolved, one where such has never experienced riff, gut-terrors, or childhood inconsistencies. indeed, such sour reflection so much as molestation or rapes or out & out raw abuse; or textures made of make easiness or fierce forgiveness where one’s mind forces emotion to receive a feeling it isn’t prepared for. such calamity such to secern where one is proximity where emotion is unsatisfied: to look at your face as to remember such disgusts, where it was heaven for you to destroy parts of us.

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