The time may have come and past for me to reach out. Is it even possible for me to become part of another world or is it my minds illusion? How much longer can I go on not knowing or is that the key? Swimming thru pools of words that don’t fit quite the way they should. Life. If questions are answered then whats left? Solid foundations of empty paths. Whats important when all is lost? Or is it? What is it all? Waiting seems the meaning of life. Watching seconds turn to minuets and hours beating past with no remorse. Relentless. Are we powerless to time and eventuality? (Biology). Chemical. “Reactionâ€. (Key). Every event a series of pre made preoccupied preconceived foreshadowed reactions to stimuli. Stimulus. Does body know better then mind? Or versa vise? Questions seem like answers to what am I. or how. Answering a question with the like is the jest of a noble mind. Knowledge is realizing you know nothing. Or accepting that. Accepting is the path of least resistance to truth. Enlightenment. Nothingness. (Giving up). In emptiness we find fulfillment or at least nothing. And that isn’t disappointment. Or is it the meaning of self reliance? (I am a Robot). Blurring the lines of right and leftovers. Or at least religion and that’s the collection of leftovers after knowledge has had its feast. Building blocks of an idiot. Or maybe condemnation without representation. And by that I mean self application. Self being reasonless of course. Or a reason of it and that is it being self. What road do I go down or up if my legs tell me to not listen to the thoughts making that judgment? Signs on the roadway of life seldom point to places within reach if your mind is one of realism. Isn’t that what makes it worth it or not? Can we live in a place with less then endless possibilities for misspelled words and thoughts? Mostly the less explainable, or the one on the left of what is thought to be right. My knuckles hurt. And that’s because I cant keep them off sudden impact of surfaces harder then they think they are or may actually be. Reminder of ill-advised decisions or ones made with no decisiveness at all. Like walking into an oncoming dog with a car at 60MPH. the inverse being doom for minds and life of K9 toothed “mans best friendâ€. Lies. Lies believed are like words that tell tales of men never born. Or truth. Belief makes truth. Validity. Trust. TRUST=BELIEF. Or is that cheese and crackers that makes snacks? Little elves in trees preparing for battle against snap crackle and pop for instance. Still counting the days that you have been a figment of my subconscious meaning not real or otherwise. Cartoons make me want cereal and also peewee. Are there enough words for the pages? Or pages for the words? Open closure the last resort for ending things of making them no longer exist. In and of the same. Bloody pumping forgiveness of stupid rash decisions made by a mind twisted by yearning and want. All I want are the answers I wont except from myself or others. I want and need being able to define reflection of unconcieved notions. Bits and pieces of lost and broken hearts swollen eyes take time to focus and readjust to situations made accessible by whatever body placed it directly frontal or tangent to in a meaningful way. The things that make up me or you or the combination if that can be said with such gusto of words not lacking charisma. Being that I am me the one who expels words and non the less otherwise disrespected by my own mind. Meaning I hate me. Being the things I cant help but be in retrospective resolute. Meaning nothing if packages wrapped so tight suffocate the meaning. Meaning nothing if packages wrapped so tight suffocate the meaning. Like first words spoken softly to eyes and ears less function. Endless disappointment. Disappointment. Mother and female. Chemical brain. Resolved… or something else….
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