Today was It.
Last day (hopefully, as I keep promising myself) of ever working in retail. What a self-conscious way of patting myself on the back for my livid energy to nail the system from within. Welcome to Seth’s Homecoming!! Ugh. She is still haunting these dreams of mine. I can’t even climb into my mindbox, without becoming tainted with the infectious freedom of love. Damn. I;ve truly become a prisoner of my own mind. Just another convict trying to pass the time with obsessions that remind me of links to what we had. Why do these methods lead to such schemes of burying the history that has bruised and harmed me so? I’ve had enough hurt and am past being bored with this sickness. I have a choice. But it seems no matter the purpose or levels of my efforts…the results are the same.
Lonesome. Forsaken. Disconsolate. I’m not depressed. I just want isolation. It’s time I have time for I. For I have widowed myself for too long.
Solitude. Isolation. Seclusion. I need to check and test my own boundaries before I divulge into obligations or vows of sincerity. Otherwise their just more empty affairs which (due to who I am) become affiliation and alliances. These parallels slowly become my dependencies; which is nothing more than another subsidiary of myself. Christ what a chapter of contingency inked into this life of mine.
What an isolated observation of how little I truly know about “thy self”. Escape from Love. I need this journey to start before the sooner than the later. Otherwise the calluses from these dragged feet will ignite and I will have no way to make my way down the road of life.
Lonesome. Forsaken. Disconsolate. I’m not depressed. I just want isolation. It’s time I have time for I. For I have widowed myself for too long.
Solitude. Isolation. Seclusion. I need to check and test my own boundaries before I divulge into obligations or vows of sincerity. Otherwise their just more empty affairs which (due to who I am) become affiliation and alliances. These parallels slowly become my dependencies; which is nothing more than another subsidiary of myself. Christ what a chapter of contingency inked into this life of mine.
What an isolated observation of how little I truly know about “thy self”. Escape from Love. I need this journey to start before the sooner than the later. Otherwise the calluses from these dragged feet will ignite and I will have no way to make my way down the road of life.