Swaying in sync with the rhythms
Surrounding,
Altering perspective,
Diminishing anxiety...
Allowing the next chapter to commence.
The moment you begin to take negative emissions personally,
Is the moment you may have gone too far.
Though our experiences have been separate,
It does not make us different,
But merely,
Members of consent to a game we all know too well,
At least now we may begin
To adequately categorize,
The truth from the deceit.
Finding solace in the silence,
Is greatly underestimated.
The only way out,
Is through the eyes of another.
For how can you have any realizations,
Without ever having stepped outside the comforting skin of the body,
An almost ideal seclusion,
Until your own thoughts begin to haunt your insides.
Too emotional,
The she-creature,
Remaining too misinterpreted,
Momentary self-loathing is the culprit.
The recipe for shame has been perfected here.
Within...
Sometimes,
For motivations entirely assumed and ill-reasoned.
Simply take caution,
Before becoming overtaken.
Feel the imbalance with some degree of limitation,
For all other prideful options,
Result in irrational numbness,
Or a series of relentless tirades,
Each speech new,
Yet similar to the preceding.
How can one change,
Without first,
Challenging the act of thinking?
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