There was this thought I had;
Caught between this annoyance of abandonment – and I am the Unlucky Traveler. Dismal sights and I feel trapped in this position of “should I stay or should I go?” Even the mention is this reckoning, that if I don’t stay too close; I have been the one to abandon. Only to suffer some sort of personality-breakdown as my unhappiness grows to insanity and insanity goes monotone, then mute.
How does one show themselves in authentic accuracy? If I live in the Truth of all I am, why do I reckon the negative reaction of “don’t do that.” A sort of shock and awe of every juvenile to light-hearted publication speaking of “be yourself.”
My Truth only aids to Turmoil.
It’s not comfortable, nor unforeseen.
If I am the Unlucky Traveler and my spake to ride in this existence is of broken value… Where is the leeway?
Do I too, accept bitterly and hide at deficit of my emotional growth and cast bitter remarks in sequential doom of my thoughts locked into the grid work of my mind. Or does mentality, override requiring an aura of Honesty?
I wish to prevail, as I wish to understand – why ol’ me, simply does not fit the bill.
Beauty in the horror, and tight-lipped antics save face for the disappointment; I am not the jovial kind of brand that makes you laugh, without reason.
The tears come later, as that is face value, and I am not as I am without dry eyes and crusted tear ducts.
Perseverance doesn’t adhere to any altitude of Trust.
I just found my way on the Excursion.
In homebound life, I am imprisoned.
By nature, I am captivated.
I may shuffle my feet inside once the sun goes down, but the only light out of the depth of darkness: is simply artificial past midnight.
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