Habit or Serpentine

It can be hard to look at you. As much as I like to. Anger is not the issue- difficulty summing up emotion. That doesn’t last long. I understand times are hard, I do. However you could make it easier on yourself, and others for that matter. In the grand scheme of things, times are easy. Only to get harder now. You’re a child, we all are. Let us have fun all together, it can escalate quickly.

Change is necessary for accomplishment though. Yet I am perplexed to your intentions. I have a good idea, previously worked for nobody. I know what I desire although time change. Too much interest in you, as you can recognize.

 I will reiterate- its hard to look at you, whilst sometimes I don’t want or need to be.  It’s hard to exist outside this place. A constant worry of hazardous expectation. Don’t go anywhere. As much as I want to, I know that I do not, I still will though. You’re doing it again, is this out of habit? Or is the serpentine coming to play? Why cause this to happen. Slowly becoming transparent yet my views are not changing. They should be but you are firmly anchored into the mind. This is all too convenient; it is not suited for somebody that weak.

The fata morgana is becoming more clear- a supreme mirage being discovered. An Italian phrase derived from the loosely translated Latin for ‘fairy’; there is a belief that these unknown images on the horizon were fairy castles in the air. False land, created by her witchcraft to lure sailors to their death. Am I occupying such false land? A distorted object based on no truth. Completely unrecognizable but yet completely significant. Rapid changes stacked on top of one another. Nothing that anybody can do, sick and tired of this life- starting to believe this isn’t for me.

As we have heard before: a little too much for me. Teetering on the edge of going insane. One of these days it is going to happen, it is inevitable. Too much stress, only one person to blame. Imprisoned in a dead and dying world.

Lets talk this over, one more time.