Banter Memes: I Like That.
My eyes see in only one way. For myself, I am away without bother. I cannot relate to those who seem all so familiar but that is what it takes, I know. Unsure of the possibilities, I wait to be patient to forgo the time spent. The minutes’ three, the weeks are atrophied. To the climax, I say, long is it really? Which are? Such clinal steps are beginning to run twice in length and then on to three. Happenings occur for periods undetermined such is a rolling highlight I feel is quite the predicament I’m in. I abstain from my worry and delight because both seem to balance my thoughts. This potential, I feel, lifts me up from shoulders and all, though I feel tethered. Don’t get me wrong; I am positive which is weird because poles point north. Content with all that is around, opportunity fills me. I turn around but I sense bitterness on my tongue. No fault to anyone really, just a grudge with myself. Playful tough love, what a joker this guy is. Oh my, there is an abundance and there are so many I find. Which to select? Nope, not that. Smile at the situation and be blessed that I am apparently aware. I may be undeserving but my reasons are selfish. Like my father, I am stubborn and confused but I manage to overdue my generosity. However so appealing, I expect not of this passage. I say to everyone welcome. I have not addressed the perspective yet, the outliers’, of course. I don’t care about them but I continue to say welcome. I am of three sides though this room has four corners. This image shows no scene or placement so stop the thought right there. I’ll worry about myself first before I get onto the others. There is care there but I’d be a fool to let it get in my way. Sharing the fun is never a bore to me. It’s the desire to be shared with is what I found the least fun. Isolated by thought, dreams circle round and round. Away they go until they became of the utmost clarity. Then I wake up. What was it again? Fuck. Anyways, I move on but where to? Attached by this groove, I oscillate my mood to beat. Internal clocks, I believed, are moved by internal reflection. Total internal that is. Those that I know will only take interest in investment of time. And I expect myself the same onto them but earlier lines should not get in the way. I apologize to ramble but only the few will get through as with my life. I’m in line to get by. To just get by is all that I ask but my standards are higher then to just settle. I want to settle but feel at ease. Perhaps it will be here or wherever. So for now, the familiar, I trust, will be believed as familiar and my distance from the familiar is just an odd obscurity. I’m getting there. For the edge is in sight. A sight to rest for now but the rest will be just a break. Conveyance should become destination. The might is more powerful than the perhaps. I say I might do this or I might do that but when has anyone ever believed me? I’m not sure of this statement but only the good can get better, only the sad become sadder. I am that extra push to the relative more. I have become the before and after. Which only leads to the mean. That is, what most call the now. To a certain extent, I have said this too many times. Does change in me constitute a change in behavior and grace? I do not suppose so. Priorities are hard to find especially when I find them most obvious. What I need to do is refuse a select few of my hopes. I have too many in mind but the amount seems fair. To further my expanse, I must. Reluctant am I to not. A careful distinguisher you are for making it this far.
I Applaud and I Jeer.
Just let go of thoughts and wants. Obviously, free will is a gift but the outcome may not be what you asked Mom and Dad for.
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Okay, this quarter I'm taking a poetry class. It's different. I like it. It creates anxiety. But good Anxiety.
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