It's been awhile, since I thought of ways to control, ways to feel, ways to decipher, ways to differentiate. I cannot tell apart the past from the present, the present from the future and the future from the past. A vicious cycle, I'm trapped in and no one seems to notice. I'm not spiraling out of control or flying down into a gaping hole of endless despair. I've just been a bit blurred in my vision as of late. I haven't gotten Myopia or gone deaf. I'm just dumbfounded, caught a little off guard rather. This bullshit that's been thrown at me this year is just, dirty. What intentions have I implied for me to have to endure all these useless situations that don't even make sense to me? Every 5 years I go through this hot energy wave in an alternate universe; I'm floating past this DNA shaped golden streak and the heat is immense, the heat is nauseating. I have no control over my direction because gravity is, well, what is gravity? I've never even, I don't remember, now what's it called again? This heat, hot, hot, heat is sucking the soul out of me. Whatever happened to my life, is a mystery, but the soul, the soul is on fire like I've never felt before. It's basically, come to a point where I feel my feet burning at awkward hours of the night and I set my throat on fire every time I drag on. The skank inside me is just waiting to speak, her opinions, her melodramatic meltdowns, her fabricated theories. Everything's a conspiracy to her. She's just waiting to entertain and please me.
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