Another Icicle.

Hardly one shall be missed or understood in this whole ordeal. This is the withdrawal. The drain after the shower. The release after the capture. The giving after a taking. In the absence of an awareness as when one lives in the moment, I have left my heart unguarded. Filled with passion and love for that temporal time, I beget nothing now that all is done. Everything else shall be left unsaid. There's only so much can one give to others. Let not then I be the fool, the subject of ridicule to my own carelessness. But is this the path worth taking? Because it made me feel alive. It made me feel wanted, desired, it filled my heart with hopes. It felt so good to be loved. Especially when one loves back to perfection. What a tease life had done unto me. I thanked with such sincere gratitude not knowing the feelings I would achingly feel in this horrendous aftermath. I still have my pride of which that matters. Nevertheless, what use is of my pride now but a reminder to regrets of all that I could have achieve but which I didn't. O the sorrow. So much pleasure, so much pain.

Can The Mind Swim?

There's a hole. I fell into it. I think I might be in here for some time. Waiting to be rescued. However, no one can stay in this hole for long, because eventually everything dies. Everything rots. All shall return to the earth.

There's a spell. It upsets my mind. It made me believe I was in a hole. I still do believe. I do not know who had done it to me. Everything is in slow motion. Breathing feels a challenge I must race. I want out.

There's the world. All shall suffer. All waiting for a rescue. All in a race, challenging themselves to compete. All shall eventually die, and rot, and return to the very ground they were raised to life from. All in all, without a reason.

Down, down, down,

The Hole I fall.

Round, round, round,

My head goes in confusion.

All, all, all,

Without a reason.

"Then shall he quickly hop into the showers of knowing, and beget himself all his desires.

What shall the point be, he wondered. All shall be mine, as mine shall be all forever no more.

Slowly, he ceases to exist. His reality chucked aside, as imagination governs the new world.

In time, only body roams the earth. Mind drowned in an everlasting hole of make-beliefs."

Let me out.

Posing An Answer.

Diseases, he brought with along the many unseen particles, including doubt. As doubt stumbled into the spacious room of one's own, fear was carelessly spread, how when a bucket is emptied of its content across the porch, not meant for just one spot of dirt, but the entire to be cleaned. Fear does the opposite, it messes. Every person who comes into his world, would be uncertain of his intentions, and his credibility of being able to trust. Thus as with all others, not knowing him, the circumstance of not knowing enough, causes that very well known fear. He isn't to be blamed, no one is matter in fact. For fingers to be pointed at the people who raised him would be inaccurate, although not entirely wrong. The agreement should be based on both nature, and nurture, not against these two factors.

There is no subtlety. Just a rush to dispose all that is known. It is inaccurate, although not entirely wrong.

I. What do I want? I. Who do I want to be? I. How do I perceive myself in the very best way?