just another theory in the tangled perception of life
Always in search of a way to describe life. To find ones purpose. To find a meaning. Words are constantly being used on expressive, symbolic representations of fears, hopes, dreams and emotions. Trapped in a frozen time of lost thought and redundant emotions. Anxiously waiting for something special and marvelous to change life. To change opinions and bring salvation. Awaiting the release of your dismayed soul. That has been ever so warped in the poisonous web of lies and deceit, spun by the monstrous, undefeatable spider of eternal remorse. Played like an insecure, meaningless insect, dangling in the bitter illusion of love. Held captive by its own regrets and lack of domination. Ever so yearning for redemption and eternal self acceptance. Giving up on their entire being for just one clue to their true existence. Sanity. Sensibility. Making sense of the unexplained, of the mysterious and abandon articles of breathless purity.
Constantly desiring gratification and popularity for ignorant deeds. Self derived yet ever so dependant on the will and determination of others. All the while causing ordeal and afflicting power that we cast onto those close to us. With every passing day, I await with abundant confusion and bitter enjoyment for an answer that may never reveal itself to my eager heart. With every breathe, the infectious illusion of the harsh reality of life seeps deeper into my programmed body of routine's activities. Leaving me more in pieces after every conscience effort to redeem my struggling imperfections being.
***In a sea of teared hearts, lies a person of lost morals, easily susceptible to manipulation.***