(no subject)
its been quite an uneasy thought to restrain myself with another indulging. stories that are accidentely told to us carry an emotional grain. we dont usually see farther than we allow ourselves to pursue. and yet locked inside this chamber.
wed probably pretend that theres nothing before us than rather pay attention. wed pleasurely turn our backs to those beggars. wed tell quietly that this is none of our business. then whose business is this goddammit?
this is a sure thing already we cant even confess solely.
confess this process cant be stopped. self-destructive pattern.