Purposlouse but meaning

The quiet  inside my own
Of thy mind,the brainiel,dipped ready ,did know  did not to you heard shit did to you no or hear me now for brains,possibly  I can guide your purity,I'm not sure if he did or nor 

Did you,did you not,kill people  last night, 
Because your ego was saying hey I'm smart enough to torch or as I hear it's Kool like a colon , ME your ass ,I'm taking man, and we're  under the hood, no,your taking your an hod ,your dick is in his ass
constant companion. Never,unless u
Your geld hostage
My thoughts, a swirling galaxy
Inavigate alone.,as I have been ,  colors painted on a canvas only I can fully see.
 experiences, a winding roadtraveled only by to these abusers ,butt huggerscan we find these fucks,and hopefully  nobody  else gets butt loved by these individuals 

And sometimes,
in the echo of my mind(ahhh it's too far  I'm going to die hello)
I forget there are other 
other
other journeys.of,

It's not a choice, this is loyalty 
not a deliberate turning away.
It’s more like a lens,
magnifying my own worlduntil it fills the entire frame.

Ahyper-focus, you said.
Yes, that feels right. NO.IT DONT DIDNT WONT,WERE. ILLEN FOR REAL
Like a spotlighttrained 

Empathy, a muscleunflexed, perhaps.
The ability to step into another’s shoesa skill I sometimes misplaced the clutter 

Their perspectives,
like distant islands,
their shores shrouded in mist,
difficult to chart,
hard to reach.

Self-awareness is natural,
a part of the human wiring,
a constant checking in.
But this… this is different.

Excessive.
Inflexible.
Sustained.
Arelentless circling,
a gravitational pulltowards the self.

Sometimes it borders on something 
a keen edge, a defined shape,


Or perhaps,
and this is 
it’s driven by a deep insecurity,
a  space that I try to fill with the solid certainty of 
it, directly, to , 

this opinion? Difference,que no?

This dissection of the inner workings,
this peeling back of the layers,
this unearthing of the unconscious drive?

If it was,
then the spotlight has shifted,
momentarily,
off my own face,
and onto the face that sees me.

And in that brief flash, BANG!
Iglimpse another world,
another’s experience,
and for a breath,
Iwonder,,WHY I LOVE YOU, 
What do you see when you look in? ME LOVING ME TOO.,OR,WHY YOU 

CORRESPONDENCE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD,
TRAVEL
TO CONTINUE,YOUR JOURNEY 

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