An epiphany… maybe I was conditioned by unwitting beings,
Who maybe never knew much of anything about me…
Good thing life breathed through them automatically,
because… warning, warning, spiraling!
*sigh* Release these negative feelings…
They are only relieving me of my best energies.
And to think. That used to be me. Bumbling.
And now here I am at this brink. Humbling.
A fist full of garbage and the other full of baggage.
I’m coming too, from mindless silliness,
Ages of fretting over nothingness.
Hand in the universal cookie jar of reasons.
To project trust issues on shared surroundings confounds things.
The compound pattern is the ugliest I’ve seen,
a fatal flaw, the final corrosion in the veil of untruth,
and believe me that says something.
Please, avoid wearing these skins, they never win.
The mask takes over, and profound ugliness ensues.
Its’ unglued condition isn’t a good look on anyone.
It concludes in a deluge of confusion…
Even if worn for good reason,
its rancid seasoning is infectious.
In the end, it leads almost inevitably,
and often too easily to poor reasoning.
Windbag…No one’s listening…
Who are you set on impressing?
Fine, back to me…
Regret… Remorse… Recourse…
Repeat. These things, they feed.
But who’s the vampire, really?
Who’s the one consuming their energy?
… It’s me, a thousand times it’s me…
And now its needs consume me.