I am losing while winning it’s an
unfavored exchange. so many marionettes so many puppeteers wild into a storm.
to get angry or content with deception a radiant receptor. blue miles so
asunder as cute into a daze. I never ask, or I never text, it seems evident.
our rivaling for a plateau our overweighed balcony our coming to irritate;
assorted distrusts or memories taken precedence where monsters are always
innocent. but it means little in a confident conscience where his heart isn’t
condemning him.
I ignore us to find us while
location seems irritating. we have something dreary. it’s part of a web. while
we have nothing for our horizon. it’s mediocre or unfulfilling where a person
needs total absorption. not as reciprocal but more for power, insomuch as to
attain to status.
we ever have facts, but one causes rope,
where it’s quite systematic. so faced by a phone call, seated with admiration,
so dismissive such wattage expecting one to deal with image. those trees in our
forest, they obscure perception, where reality is never singular.
the insecurities we give as needing
music or some cryptic waltz.
a pond of mistakes where one decides
some measure of tolerance.
too aesthetic but unappealing or too
ecstatic to ever achieve. such habits or a need where rules aren’t dominions.
as devoted creatures, so concerned with our minds, insomuch as to discredit too
many feelings. a design or miracles a cure for a few where reality is second
guesses. mountainous signs, galactic symbols, while deep rationality is seeking
solace.
to love or feel false in walls
surrounding our island; filled with bodies as craving certainty in a measure to
avoid discomfort. by great happiness, despite consequences, where only majority
rules. as cultured sinners as availed sinners where a person betrays past
voices. to have adored a liaison to have it in soul while everything has become
sawdust.
