As the signs were all there, was it just since mid-Feb, the destructive upheaval of special occasions was noted, as that brings on a cyclic depression, controlled by factors as the depth and height of emotions are the sought-after elements of being alive. Recalling the illusions made alive by tweaking of the mind, in ending the game, by refusing to no longer play, in addressing such matters as fun and a great tale to be told, the confirmation came with a snapback, that it was not fun at all.
Once, twice, three times... as the effort was made to state that all was let go, with blank pages to write a new story, moving on, to discard the tags of an emotional affair that was done to address the blanks, not the person, in recall and observing, to note that the changes were making the holding stronger, the demand was there, to not disregard the story, yet the book was finished, as it was just the last chapter of the epic fails. In closing doors and making new windows, as, during this time, the pages are being filled with a new storyline, that may be the final book to be written, noticing things brings on an overwhelming amount of information for assessment.
Irritated, as the rule of what this society dictate was hurtled, the attention-seeking control, to heed, is not being stopped, information, feedback, and then, the rising in anger, as the vent has been made, the betrayal has been dealt with, and how the door closing made things happen, to know and have heard the whimper of a dog that was leashed by another, in discovering more things to be noted, the same stand remains, and to avoid might be the justified reason, yet to stand unswayed is the reason, as the conflict experienced is internal, that the external factors may no longer harm.
Posted on April 25, 2016
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