(no subject)
delving into my actuality while trying to forget that there is another one clawing its way through my heart, I lie until there is no other truth.
the excess surrounds me, entrapping and concealing me from reality, ornamenting dishonestly, oppressing the likeness I could be, that in fact, I really am?
it leaves me at the bottom of the food chain, hindering me from me.
the thought of peeling back the layers and resuscitating life is too distant to make a difference today, even though the same amount of weeks ago, things were the same.
the very thing that got me here is the only comfort I can find.