Brindelin

All but new to the world of communication, new to the very thought without tragedy in mind... However, what life to seek when full of doubt; I'm fuckin Great... I don't want to be told that pain is all in my head.Don't give me your patronizing compassion or your sour sarcasm. But most of all, don't come to me for sympathy the next time you catch a cold or troubled because I might just answer,"Ah it's nothing it's all in your head." I'm just bothered over the delicate issue of friendship or romance. A never ending battle of trust brought to the surface, which usually never aplies to them.What has threatened this determined, mommoth individual who has found myself through tragedy and heritage, the perfect GOd? My sanity, from-time-to-time I gave to the maddess as if it were a strong drink, and when in the cups- Filled from my sublime designs, drowning in memories and guilt,upon all judgemet and sense of proportion lost,I tend to think of the chaos of worpped suggeestions, murmuring confessions of unworthiness and half-explained plots of escape that would seal my soul off forever from all expections, I regaurd sanity at a stage of grace. It's these damn cold nights, But reality is fulfilling enough- trying to figure out whats right. I never thought of the moment where reason ment explination. Time given just one single thought, would I grasp the concious concept. A sought out effort. Only to understand why, and how to make sense of it all. I struggle still to realize what true determination I withold. The pressence of graded excellence. My knowledge for it grants every outcome. A treasure revealed by the steps not over-looked by bemusement. I figure the dramatic reach by the sublime, outbursts could treat me farely; To get off on the idea, is what frightens me oh so well. Is it really delusional-this dark parallel universe were we reside. To lack better judgement? I differ the consequences. I brought the wines sweetness to cause-how dare the reciever express thier wily nature. I'm too pristine to such idots. So dream, ever do I wonder the melody played in tune by pitiful sorrow. I uplift the saddess pupil- my belief based on love and emotion. I comfort the lost and abandoned-only by a gentle note. A simple word defuses anger, soon test your water dry. Give your color guidence, all strength-level it out, partake. You'll see the stream flow free, bright relief as shadows day. Early in any conversation, rain the feelings pure each way. Relax as you go, remind yourself of what it'll make. I give before each break. What have I to lesson of myself? A Story Tail Time...Queer Planet-Dry,Pointed...together harsh and forbidding