journey

playing with words. using literal meaning and rules in writing to make metaphores and tell stories which I believe in one or more ways are applicable to many even any :P

Its not a deplorable thing.

People can have ideas...
They might not make sense to anybody else
or even themselves at times..
..sometimes in itself is a paradox inside a paradox inside a pair of socks...
you cannot have pieces or a part or a partial state of all the everything's... is this limited to my understanding or perhaps my jocks ? The underwear that im not wearing ? There are shades that only in certain hues and gradients behave personally in such ways i can relate and speak to them and they hear me as they make sense as they fit seem perfect where they are beyond my knowledge of how or from where. There they are. Who?. Not us clearly. Can you see ? Nearly. Further away is more of a challenge. Immediately. Thats a scary place. Inanimate objects that i dont recognise with a scary smiley face and eyes....not the ones made of many hues and greys these are discrepensies left from getting lost on the way...perhaps a little distracted... The tail and foot prints still match the prints in the sand. Little memories left open like a wound or scar which itches when you scratch manifestering into the black in the dark momento sparks memories split into arcs to make shapes based on your past...

surely of course these apparitions of thought would snigger and laugh why would they not?

When you dont confront them and then they think your a snob.

Just being afraid of your own problems hard to face when they have developed theyre own form of thorny mask

worn and made from a forming husk.. made inside from shame..no need for a whailing farce, a failing cast, a shadow made of all my short comings strumming a tune of failing tasks comprised of lies in one way or another dishonesty flamed the impailing laugh made from parts amalgamating

Insecurities
reluctance
Basic vital function
It Is to be honest with yourself and address. why? Be it because youv yet to deconstruct them? Perhaps best speak each word outloud as you try and speak them so they stand resolute in your mind.

Then they can become your strengths.
diligently waiting in the dark my gargoyles champions of my depends...
...the ones who truly know me and keep safe the twisting turns of my life, protectors of my progressions and keeping safe my mind....
....like when I decided that reality was unacceptable and thought that id try to bend mine so I bent my mind and my perceptions of everyday life

In my mind, I was reborn... I breached the walls

A new increment formed from the finding of a new frontier

all the warmth of newly found progress
Brought fauth fruition repetition which then has taught that more is countless and being prone to this is just a perceptive state in this case proving that the unbeatable can be torn worn and freshly adawned

Made formally from form from the facilitating of much knowledge an anomoly originally drawn introducing a dendritic expansion expanding refine fusing exponentiality

As each impact repeats over the last impression expressing the last time it happened even though it is different each time clearly the design and the way we devine each time round, chases the tongue the one that speaks fluently,the words of my mind

The fore bearer the front then the preconceived instinctual visceral visual intelligence collectively gently breathing leaving winning whispers of a better chance that gets better each time you find yourself back at the beginning line with your design enhanced with new perception always pinning for the projection of the riding stance protects the mind from stress and more so the rejection of the guided path which is to finally grasp faith.

To truly believe
Create as you fail and break
all the lessons youll make on your journey to perfection