Feverish Gander

When contemplation regarding a notion arises and doesn't seem to subside despite the sleepless nights, and slept-in days of sleeping and, well, nights of not sleeping on it.
Losing track of days, date and time lines, don't seem to coincide with personal reality, yet seem expected and slightly invited.
Then realization decides to set-in upon hearing things have begun to settle-in,
It conjurers up the need to disrupt smooth waters, with taunts and badger.
Possibilities ignores the existence of entities, does not perceive diction of borders,
It knows not the symbolism behind fences and walls. Invisible limitations.
The final conclusion will collide with individuals residing in this reality of life, of selfish world, of society must-do-survival guide.
They are separate worlds impossible of conjoining, with separate pasts, paths, and predecessors that repel each other, two equal sides of a magnet.
On occasion, insanity does merge with the parietal cortex and thought is drowned in hallucinations, emotional liquor, and maybe a higher dose of drugs.
If you are capable of resolving this matter, kudos to you. If not, I'll see you in hell.

Re: Step 4.

I know you do, you always will.
Even the day you propose to her,
The day you marry her, and the day you hold your first kid with her,
I've scarred myself into your being.
I have that ability.

That's what makes this fun.
Thanks for finding my seal.

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Periodical breakdowns seem to be normal...right?
I mean...
I'm making assumptions to the position I have based on the treatment I'm receiving...
Hopefully they aren't far fetched, I'm pretty pessimistic when it comes to things anyway.

Walking on an unstable path.


Does not compute.

außer Betrieb

I will put my foot down,
Shut the world out,
Let my body drown,
To keep myself from hitting repeat.

I just hate that he was so capable so quickly,
I hate that it caught me off guard, the possibility to likely take place.
I knew there was something there, I didn't expect for it to construct itself while I wasn't looking.

Surprise.
You've been tripped.

Faire la Bise

Things seem to be falling into place.
A form of stability even.
I meant the last request. I want to live my life, like we never co-existed with each other.
I don't understand why not let it go.
I'll never move back into a similar situation, my conscience won't let me.
I told you I was different.
I am not in a hurry to move on, I'm just moving on what feels right.
He feels right.
I'm happy, until I am reminded you still want to breathe around me.
I'm over you. It's sad that you don't understand that.


Wishes don't come true. They lift your hopes up, for a higher drop.