process.
Begin anew. Perhaps to understand past occurrences. Perhaps to clear the mind of lingering guilt. Guilt of unknown sources. Guilt of stupid notions.
Begin to understand what had always been unclear. Reasons and excuses remain a memory.
Fault has no consistency. It blames all who are blind. This I've always seen. Seen, yes, but to learn is something different.
Excuses. smirking away at the thought of what I've said. In an attempt to lie to may I failed to believe in myself. In an attempt to succeed on blaming. A game so addicting, so self destructing. so fun.
beginnings are put on hold to accomplish demise. Vice has no hand in this. Only self love. An with self love comes self destruction. A trophy worth throwing away.
Bind your eyes to all that ails you. Bring everything together for a moment. Die within that moment. Scream away the tears that are flattered to be spilled. Hold yourself in utter silence. and smile.
Arm yourself with love, love to have the love you hate, to taste a bit of irony. Arm yourself with contradicting toys that exploit every intention. Forget that you intended to love in the first place.
Begin. Begin a test of what is you. Teach yourself what you don't know. Love what you remember. And remember there is still much you don't know.
Kill time to spare your internal conflicts. Instigate a fight or two to throw off your opponents. With that your enemies are lost and the only one left is you. Try to trust yourself. Just try.
End. Bring to an end what scares you. Bring your game to an end. Wrap it in the most perfect ribbon. And when you do, throw it away.
Begin to understand what had always been unclear. Reasons and excuses remain a memory.
Fault has no consistency. It blames all who are blind. This I've always seen. Seen, yes, but to learn is something different.
Excuses. smirking away at the thought of what I've said. In an attempt to lie to may I failed to believe in myself. In an attempt to succeed on blaming. A game so addicting, so self destructing. so fun.
beginnings are put on hold to accomplish demise. Vice has no hand in this. Only self love. An with self love comes self destruction. A trophy worth throwing away.
Bind your eyes to all that ails you. Bring everything together for a moment. Die within that moment. Scream away the tears that are flattered to be spilled. Hold yourself in utter silence. and smile.
Arm yourself with love, love to have the love you hate, to taste a bit of irony. Arm yourself with contradicting toys that exploit every intention. Forget that you intended to love in the first place.
Begin. Begin a test of what is you. Teach yourself what you don't know. Love what you remember. And remember there is still much you don't know.
Kill time to spare your internal conflicts. Instigate a fight or two to throw off your opponents. With that your enemies are lost and the only one left is you. Try to trust yourself. Just try.
End. Bring to an end what scares you. Bring your game to an end. Wrap it in the most perfect ribbon. And when you do, throw it away.