Deception am I fearful of rejection? or that which is called to question? without a clue at this point, but both would be too obvious to turn away from it was once so long ago that i had paid in full granted myself a reason to fall away from my own solitude and learn to live as one, truly beautifully, i had given myself to this, cause and effect, cause and effect, cause and effect, blissful semblance of a dreamers dream with all the gifts of corrosive battery acid, eating away at my core, draining me to my bone, enervated, emaciated,enamored mockingly it presumed i would fall beneath its menacing grasp and so i did, and so i fell, and so it was stretching out my arms in a light and candid way free falling laughing, playing, living i saw paintings of life as if in reality i heard symphonies of truth as if they were familiar i felt moments of peace as if they were promised but i was falling to fast i wanted to stop but couldnt i tryed but fell faster i triumphed but faltered where it mattered most all the desperation of the dying could not prevent my desiccate demise nevertheless i was spared a gift. . . i had mastered the art of self deception for i saw what i could not see heard what i could not hear and felt what i could not feel
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 04:57:25 +0000
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