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?
