Monday, July 13, 2020

Irony Rules Mental Heath


it’s long into silence where images prove false while fire moans in steepness. I travel for steady such fumes by weakness where strength breaks at souls. by deep resonance to venture reality as most temperaments can’t coexist. such mystic distinction those vibes studied while interior excellence. I see afar those trees where chipmunks dance as is acquainted by seasons. lines blur where they ought not, such surreal applications; to tap into, or claim intimacy while never but one caveat. so mean as souls so curt as humans while physics point towards science—those doctors those people while we become robots. something in pain, or such distance, but an affectionate voice! I disappear. I reappear. but I haven’t moved.
            something’s in there. we presume or assume. where no one is holistic. to remove conscienceness is a psychopath’s angle, while I’ve always been invested. those blurred frames those interior pictographs while we favor certain complex sentences. (I looked with binoculars it was unfiltered sights, I immediately secured my place. such distance if but to survive where some people complicate the maze. they mean disruption, as jingoism, or mental assaults; such undeserved intrusion, where something is balanced, but if, or only if, something is balanced, it should never contend its pain excavated for science. so bias so irreligious where reality becomes the insanity of the doctor.) I should if but to sin while enjoying the space of marionettes. I should ask permission to breathe. I should enjoy classification. or better, one should be pleased when others become displeased by composure.
the window is watching. souls are naïve. if but to realize intention or motivation. it comes close to avenge itself or disproves of positive traits. it has an agenda. it interrogates goodness. it applies a layer from its mental symbols. but honestly, souls are up against predictions, long-held traditions, which discount change. anomalies are soon dismissed, or harassed, where one is looking for signs. humans are pre-defined, or pre-diagnosed, while, ironically, this works most often!

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