A life-changing epiphany.
A complication.
A trepidation
that even in
the insurgents,
the ones with
bottles and bottles
of red pills,
the Mavericks.
Within them,
lies those
still
enslaved by
the very fruits of their rebellion.
Fuck sex. Can you deal with me when my anxiety kicks in & my depression takes over?
the little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that I am not forgotten that I am alive that am a river and I can flow wherever I wish too. The little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that there is a starlight that I have to look a little hard with huge amour-propre that only then will the starlight unvail its light onto the path that i must take out of the abyss.
Permanent holes drilled by mirrors
We live between
bad choices
and worse ones,
and we choose the bad,
hoping that at least
we shall survive.
Mere survival is what
alot of us sometimes
sleeplessly
struggle for.
You shoudn't forget darling
the crucial reality
that you are,
loving people.
There needs alter,
there priorities,
there formulas,
there determinations.
Like weather,
they,at times
dont come as forecasted
and
that lamentably
bares on there love to you
and
impacts there anticipations
too.
Birds flying out of there nests, the sun unwrapping itself for the day some geniuses are being born and some are breathing there last. In the same chaos the fearful are sneaking into the world as if they can do a thing or two in it. Others fearfully in defeat escape it, they have lived it all not as they wanted but as fear mapped it out for them.
Like in every other pursuit soccer, music, painting, writing or a degree in medicine some succeed while others plummet. Likewise loneliness follows suit some flourish in it others are demolished by it. even when they seem to revel in their solitude. @lifepath25
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be.
But as it happens in us squalors it’s worse in the high society clique. Selfishness, rape, murder, witchcraft and every kind of unthinkable behavior. Relate this to Africans who die with a delusion that there is equal rights and freedom in the west, they die with a naked kind of lie.
Myself is crippling me, myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me. Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
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