Words vs Actions -

The consistency

 between spoken word 

vs

taking action 

are what make 

those actions valid.

Think before you speak;

speak before you act.

And most significantly,

make sure they align themselves.

Expression of self, affection, intuition.

Equalized.

Consistency & communication 

are the 

same 

fucking 

thing.

*

Are you willing?

Solitude 

only sounds appealing

because there is lack of risk involved.

COMPLETE REFUGE.

The consistency of doing whatever the hell you want,

whenever the hell when you want to do it.

I think that there is some type of security in that.

Even so, no human being 

with a healthy sense of self 

wants that long term.

It's a safety mechanism 

for existence, for "living."

Protection from:

 disappointment & heartache

A safeguard 

against finding resolution

 difficult decisions

Possible life alterations.

The "unknown" factor involved.

F|E|A|R is your keeper now.

Engulfed with that notion,

knowing that 

[no] one person exists

that can fix yourself for  

you.

[but you]

The (un)fortunate reality that

no person has the ability

to fill up our empty gaps,

- to make us whole.

We must discover 

internal autonomy.

This is an absolute necessity.

Survival at best.

Running away 

-to another city;

Running away

-into someone else's arms.

Nothing can save you.

There is no escape.

This bitter truth 

is that IS the reality

you continue to disregard

meaning that you must be willing 

to face

it.

Are

you

willing?

Always attempting to elude 

(your demons)

*the longer you refuse to accept  

you 

created them.

They 

will haunt you 

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;;; endlessly,

This 

is 

your 

only 

option.

Sooner 

or 

Later

-you will.

Oblivion :

I breathe poetry,
these lungs of mine
they were made for this.

Keep your voice still;
Keep your heart roaring.

Be patient with your pain,
just like the coming & goings
of the tangible fragments of existence,
All of which are inevitable to cross
...

" This too shall pass. "

Jaded Just Doesn't Cover It-

I woke up with a cataclysm of thoughts 

flowing through my head. 

 A torrential downpour.

Immobilized with emotion, 

all of which 

I constantly 

[attempt to] 

force myself 

not 

to feel.

Jaded,

to all things relevant.

Consumed,

by all things habitual.

Ascertaining the authenticity of my worth.

[Unnecessary is an understatement.]

There is a distinct difference between 

allowing something to go unnoticed

and 

seeing the value of something and looking past it.

*On that note,

Where do I stand?   

A Piece Of Advice:

Do everything lightly,
even when you are feeling (so) deeply.

I feel it all at once-

I feel it.
All at once.
A moment suspended in time.
Waking up, emptiness absorbs everything within me.
This is it.
Everything conveys the impression of such finalization.
What am I doing, and more peculiarly, why?
I need answers. Ignorance is no longer bliss.
Happiness was never about you, us, or the then, or the now.
It is so much more, but far much less than you would attempt to devise.
Why am I thinking these thoughts?
What's the significance of even typing them out?
A meaningless rant...
Am I babbling nonsense?
You tell me. You answer me that.
You are not my enemy, you never were.
Truth be told, you are far from what most of the time I mentally made you out to be.
I was my own worst enemy, I always was.
There was never going to be some grand reward for who played the role of that ideal being "best."
You cannot win.
You can not lose.
Pride will mercilessly steal your love,
and within a matter of seconds torch it to the fucking ground.
(if you allow it)
Pride ruins things, everything.
Truth and facts are woven as one.
You just have to want to see that for yourself.
You have to want to wake up.
When you've been hurt enough,
you begin to irritate the existing wounds [with intention.]
If you don't give yourself time to heal, you will always hurt.
Lesson learned.
I feel it...
All at once.
A moment suspended for eternity.
Dormant sentiment flows through me with fluidity.
What's next when you cannot help but to be emotionally paralyzed?

Despair;Spare me -

Fear and indecision,

inconsolable.

Raw emotion.

Disconnected nothingness.

I am 

{HERE}

Now.