There are moments of self-imposed silence that help keep you from venting idiocy as sometimes can be the case with most people, as was certainly the case with me.
To restrict a slew of undesirable phrenetic declamations and irrationally odious tirade that wouldn't be recited in that sweetly acerbic sarcastic spiel you know me for, I felt best to stay sheltered under shadows of calming solitude, that though trivially assuaging the odd hurt that came from within did remarkably well to singularly uplift the rationale I occasionally keep flinging into the abyss.
It was mindless anger, more like ridiculous exasperation at not being able to disassociate desires from certain inescapable truths and the guilt of deceptively tunnelling through those realities, turning a blind eye to the verity of it all.
I am only human after all, with limited unhoned abilities to disembody certain facts from hopeful fiction, and there are moments of weakness that range from silent whispers to robust compulsions that often derail me from a predetermined resolution.
Yes, there's pain. It flares and ebbs. gets forgotten and stays, but it's fine because it's mine and I'm okay with that.
To restrict a slew of undesirable phrenetic declamations and irrationally odious tirade that wouldn't be recited in that sweetly acerbic sarcastic spiel you know me for, I felt best to stay sheltered under shadows of calming solitude, that though trivially assuaging the odd hurt that came from within did remarkably well to singularly uplift the rationale I occasionally keep flinging into the abyss.
It was mindless anger, more like ridiculous exasperation at not being able to disassociate desires from certain inescapable truths and the guilt of deceptively tunnelling through those realities, turning a blind eye to the verity of it all.
I am only human after all, with limited unhoned abilities to disembody certain facts from hopeful fiction, and there are moments of weakness that range from silent whispers to robust compulsions that often derail me from a predetermined resolution.
Yes, there's pain. It flares and ebbs. gets forgotten and stays, but it's fine because it's mine and I'm okay with that.
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