A resolution is a promise, particularly to self. (I keep feeling distance from existence.) A few dilemmas. A capturing soulprint. Employing discernment: there’s a way to secern. (Too detached at points: such survival tactics.) A dreamer: believing one soul makes it better. Candy painted existentialism, minds on deathrow, estrangement, reminiscing on a great debate. By spirit to deceive self. Bereft of identity. Feeling incarnated. (It adds up.) One chase. One dotted line. (To dote. To sense easiness. To fret over eternity. In having thoughts. In becoming conundrums.) Such pure adoration. (We drift to something as it seems beautiful.) As it appears isn’t as it is; nevertheless, as it appears is what we have to work with (Skepticism). Some inherent maxim plagues souls: something is missing, until it is located, then, life is performative. I sense souls given up. Heaviness is a diesel. Caring is difficult. Trying to discover solutions. As it stands, a resolution is a first step. “I will do x. I will determine y.” (I see an image shrouded near shrubberies, a shadow, if we will; it has meaning in its palms, I feel it. I must chase a figment of my imagination, or walk away from destiny.) Another baptism. Another strife. Pantomime ventriloquist. As born to adore. Born to socialize. And in finding self we discover souls. One chance at victory.
