Like a man stubborn

Like a heart torn

Like an angry heart

Like a vengeful heart

Like a sad heart

Like a nostalgic heart

Like an agonizing heart…

Like the tides we wish to breathe in without break. Cant we? No, no we cant. But he’ll stand there, waiting for my downfall the more he whispers to me. Yet he’s a coward, he whispers from a distance. He knows i’ll grab him by the ear and show him who truly is the authority. Certainly, it’s not me. And yet the more the question will never not linger, am I a fool? So the more I change for my life to continue, to present me with it’s own proposals, I can only hang my head as my chants turn to seemingly nothing. The more I write here, the more a part of me is lost, unable to hide, unable to covet, unable to breathe, blink, watch. Watch me.

Does this paragraph make more sense than anyone who wants it to? No, no it doesnt. I wanted a theme. I cant find one. Yet I cant find myself to enjoy the thought of death, as most of the population would. I just cant. I have a destiny.

I do. Really.

Right?

Yeah..

Yeah? I have a destiny?

Wait, what?

I’m spiraling the more these thoughts drown and the more they surface. Whether here or not, hear this or not.

Thanks, really, for this interesting proposal of death, devil. No, I cant thank you or love you for it. Because why would I love the one who caused such ruckus among my brain? Barbaric!

And Oh, The Irony of life kicks in no matter the place I try to drown away in.