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And so it begins; the familiar temptations take slots at the front of the line after waiting so patiently to be seemingly cycled through an endlessly short list of emotions.
And on it occurs; the overwhelming unrestricted surge of previously restrained thoughts and feelings pour out like fire from a dragon's mouth.
Life, gorge me, for I am unfulfilled.
And as usual, I sit, alone, perched on a seat that holds only an empty thing. Predictably, hair stands up and thoughts run deep- only too vaguely to be understood or translated into any comprehensible meaning.
As much as it's typical, I find myself in a different pose. I find myself in lights this time, only to be haunted by the darkness that cannot be enlightened.
Who am I to know what's best for myself, and yet again, who are you to think you know the same? Constantly reminded of my failures in relationships, whether it be my fault directly or otherwise, I fall into bouts of anything but uplifting highs.
It's so open to suggestion- to teachings, yet it won't let itself do the latter when needed most. And I think I know why, but obviously I don't know an amount that is necessary for any change.
Empty lies, frail lives.
To whom does it concern? To what or where is it that we go? It can't be heaven, not when I find resolve on the floor- mindless. It can't be hell, when such good things can float one to a happy way. And it can't be here because we're all destined in another time and place.
Personality fades with time, my friends. It's replaced with arrogance and what one perceives as knowledge. Curiosity leaves one only too soon. Questions are too quickly replaced by consciousness. If not the apple, would we be wiser? If not from ape, would we be upright? Are we upright? Or, are we so in tune with sideways living that we've forgotten we're configured backwards and adjusted on our own accord?
I don't feel good, I don't feel right. I'm not either and I'm able to admit so. I don't feel like writing; I don't see the purpose in it. I don't see what I should because it's inside where I can't inspect it or use any senses other that introspection.
To whom it may concern...to whom it may concern....