One whole Major,
One thing to savior- while still being the saver.
I didnt have a player, no track record.
All in good nature,
till something roped for me.
I felt the tug of reality. Poisoning my personality. Amputated my emotions with apathy. Suddenly the gravity didnt seem so tackling; but its racking my brain up with memories. I wonder what the past wants to speak.. do i need therapy? Asking these silly things. Still the truth rings.
The contingency predicts a multitude of conflicts for when a certian feelings tick. Im feeling licked, like i got a little prick and its making me really pissed. dont want to miss out on real time, but theres no escape from the rewind. i havent gotten all my life to get the perpectives right.
Everything has its source, a force of power to invoke.
The free will has misspoke, theres more science then pain under the cloak. A reason for this boat to float.
But my boat just soaked. Washed away and choked.
I honestly dont know, If i should give it another go.
Though, I never did try this build, a new way to ride, I never tried the turbine. Maybe ive been a little blind.
Falling behind on bits of logic. Holding onto toxic knowledge. Breaking apart my homage for a small part.
Testing out the waters, but all i found were alters. Different authors all taking major parts in what they want. Felt the bond of another touch on my calm. I didnt want to dom, but ive had enough. Ill cut myself up. How could this side of me fuck up? I want to give up, but but but. I just thought i could use the awareness, i wasnt trying to scare us. Are we that seprated, where your scared of my presents? I dont know how to work with these elements. Can we make some adjustment? So i dont have to front so often and tell you all your problems.
Yeah it sounds like nonsense and repression isnt a coffin. Making more complications, because my heart has an obligation to confront my poor behaviors. Why cant this sytem have an eraser? I dont want to remember. Im feeling so dismembered. Im about to lose my temper in an attempt to neglect what i was truely feeling again. I hate these voices in my head. But i feel so empty without them. They use to be silken. Stricken with an idea in thin lined patterns, then the memo thickened and it begged for me to listen. Everything gets weighted as the other side of me ask for participation in the intergration of better life. I want the memory of a good stride. even if it only lasted a short time. the inspiration of what effort leads into, keeps me from feeling so blue. Maybe changing perpectives to better build my boat wouldnt hurt none. who knows maybe ill make fun.
