[Fight or Flight] When thoughts go neglected it’s hectic and I often wonder if my oversight will ever even come to light, which leaves me with a feeling I’m not dealing with my healing right.. So to try setting my life right, I brought a pencil to my mind’s gunfight.. As I begin to write, my line of sight is formed only by my pencil’s graphite.. Fight or flight is all I have — it’s
[Sky-High High-Rise] I am the builder, I am the engineer, I am building not burning bridges & I will persevere..My plans, they come too easily, so tediously I work obediently..Can never tell me what to do — cause no matter what, it’ll never once for a moment be up to you.. Head up, stay strong, let go, move on..My life’s a marathon — everyday I expand upon its phenomenon..When I correspond, I perfect my dialect
Somehow, someway, once more, it’s become a chore to implore to be even remotely cared for.. Amongst the slightest misconceived rapport, starts the ticking bomb of an uproar that festers into an eye sights eyesore.. In fact, I barely even know who you all are anymore.. I’m not even welcomed to stay warm indoors by the community I once so highly spoke for, and lovingly swore I’d adore until the end of time and evermore
© KineticParallax 2024
© KineticParallax 2024
