This imposed seclusion is obtrusive to my sanity. It’s creeping it’s fangs into my sunshine bubble. How do I escape? Can one really escape when all you do is close your eyes and pray to stop tumbling into the abyss of your own life.
My personal war has clamed all my men. leaving me but two loyal soldiers: sanity and insanity. Who will take charge? Or can they co-exist?
Why should I take your stern hand when I just want to jump off- to live in a freedom that’s only tasted on the tip of my tongue. It tasted like an utopia-bar… but melted by me simply being a miscreant deep inside.
Why do I over think something as simple as your “I love you”? maybe it has to do with your floating eyes and your ever moving moments. You may have shattered my silence but drown my happiness with your hands.
Is my addiction personality really that bad? Why? Is one addiction better then another? Is an addiction to porn as bad as my ever need/addiction to craving a non-existing nirvana? I have a feeling that it’s all based on my self imposed illusion of wrong/right. If only…
Why do I hate that you act so supportive in company and so childish in our squabbles? Can you not think of a way to save the world, or even yourself. instead of saving me from my excruciating demons. I want to scream…yet here I sit waiting for life to happen but dreading the darkness that is sure to encloses it’s thorns in me. For you have just walked in and I turn around and smile. Masochist in love with a narcissist. How quaint…
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