Saturday, October 17, 2020

Homesick For Balance

 

most cheerless struggle most morose challenge so low so dejected or smiling filled with bleakness. too accustomed to misery, its feeling is normal, as it dissipates, I miss my friend. such sickness so scorched so damaged so beautiful. by wistful creatures by darkness while a haunted clown; those dreams, Love, our screams, Love, by touch to try at joys—the unhappy savant those crazed feelings while needing through pensive weather. so disconsolate so deceived as to believe this is life; so genetic so ghosted-out where reality is a jar of melancholy. to love like pensiveness to agree with fury or too low to summons but irritability. by dismal creature by despair into a nightfall such winter in a homesick soul. to know by familiarity. to heave into sunshine. such triumph its breakthrough. such a shift to gleeful seconds where it feels even. unsubdued at a blank map those roads so decent to forgiving. but a suspicious soul but alienation where one keeps his distance. to carry to edify to regret. our magic so sullen while smiling like rain such a pluvial imagination. so happily somber so golden in a curse where most are wondering, how has it happened? by neurotransmitter by pleasure center, albeit, it was overloaded. so bitter in an instance or so proud for essence while balanced, nonetheless.

to admire beauty to become a new garment or to grab a lamp. such new wine such sweet tangerines as boundaries evokes a noose. to adore a happy man to despise a sad man while expecting him to carry us. such worship so estranged with cultic behaviors. to sense a spirit to rebuke a spirit to feel as something leaps; in or out, out or in, the music is too lethal to ignore. so cast a net, on the side of the boat, catch too many to carry!     

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