Free falling

you can kill me with your music but
we're falling faster than that melody
can catch us and
I'm gone

She should be here now but she isn't, there's your trouble

Let's chalk it up to better luck, it's not as if we can control the things that are changing faster then what we can keep. Don't cave, even for a second, you'll build yourself only to be broken and re-built.

strung out and thin.

Moments of opposing weakness should motivate indulgence of the alternative party. Ignoring any right or reason victimize with irrelevant malaise and proceed. It is then you will realize the temptuous effort to fill, the prescription to kill.

The most flattering angles, through the ugliest shots.

I sleep with a hypothetical knife in my dominant hand. There is no comfort in knowing what protects you could turn to vendetta just as quickly.

Finish what you start

If i could feel the opposing sorrow I would be certain to die, but the uncertainty of their affection over my imperfection leaves the decision unclear.

Let's play a game with happy and sad.

Opposites are the method of rebellions lust.

The mechanics of things are killing me

My mechanical mind is constantly analyzing and defining to offer clarity. Compulsion offers such a routine with constant explanation and comfort to the things that we cannot conquer. The mechanics of things have been the building blocks of my life. Offer a logical explanation to everything appearing as wisdom, but all for selfish comfort. There is no competitive drive, or dominating satisfaction. It s all the alleviation to obsessive fear and uncertainty. The mechanics of things are any explanation or analysis to any given situation, without prior or advised knowledge. It provides you with a constant euphoria though I can't help but feel as if it won't defeat all of my concerns. With this process I've realized the only thing I cannot define at this point is growth. Growth is the only thing I have to record instead of define, the second you numerically record growth, it has lost its element and is now a mechanic. Growth is technically an emotion, we define it in numbers, because that is the closest explanation. We give mechanics to things that destroy the actuality.

Pathetic desperation

Anything imbibing strength is consciously victimized. Strength is recognized not created.

So glad to meet you, Angeles.

Considerably and knowingly I am powerless to my obsessions. I am not a victim as I am not helpless, or naive. I am not slaved, only enslaved. I am not a labourer to my subconscious but an obligated and honorable member to everything familiar, but nothing known. Being an analytical skeptic, I can recognize and define with no expressional relief aside from under appreciated digression and articulation. Exploring the hidden parts of yourself, there is a continual reminder that the strangest accommodations are the commodities in which you are most familiar.

I'm beginning to see, the cracks in our foundation.

 the dominating aspects of confidence and observation come without tension or hype. It was a learning experience but the euphoria was created without the synthetic aspects that differ dreams from reality. It could be argued, seeing how some may consider just that to be the definition of exaggerated sensation. Personally, I've developed enough control to know that any substance will excuse what you're compulsion seeks to relieve. Numerically, users feel as if quantity will result in experience or tolerance. Those who seek passion play rather than ignorance have a euphoric understanding that is mistaken for addiction or obsession. With no directly stated objective, you may question what exactly I am unveiling to define. That's the answer to all misdiagnosed addictions, It is impossible to hypothesize, categorize or evaluate what you can't even begin to understand. Society confines those who defy the supposed "norm" to disease, disorder, and confinement. There is a distinct difference between an addiction and a lifestyle though the basis of our impressionable humanity do not leave room for exploration and further knowledge.

For the things I cannot recall.

The most impressionable necessities are accepted anonymously. Regions initiate relational assumptions used to capture the qualifications that radicate and rank invisible applications I've unmindfully fashioned to every individual. Standards have released a monosomic security of doubt that accommodates spontaneity without fear of the fall. The genre of an origin has become an accepted a level of recognition and potential value. The things we ignore are in premature development, they require time not as a numerical figure, but as an excuse for what we unmindfully dismissed. The only opportunity to delay the oblivious exhaustion of compulsion is through temporary distractions. Foreigners of patience, a semi-nomadic base is the only logical proof of perpetual existence. Morally stating, the "opposites method" is unlisted translation of the things I cannot recall, the bitter defying paradox of definition.