cynical suburbia...

i knew 13 yrs ago...yet i persisted.

thats why i retracted so much then & still now...

little joy...

m no prodigy but they despise if i am not anything else,

being generic with flaws & strengths is not anything to be proud about,



i can only muster a slight smile,
not even surprised...
not even caught up in the moment,
my best friend's paranoia...
feels like time has stood still,
consciousness though alive & well,
am i dreaming? i wonder...
this is all i am?

when your lost you want misguidance cos what is left



decaying amongst stupid bitches

See If you counter a Troll Question, so subtle that their eyes light up thinking that you fell for hook, line and sinker. It is difficult to reveal the counter, when the Trolls" have gone back and convinced the village.  

pondering & wonderings

do i or dont I

exist in grey

bet all on black

or fade in white?

revert back to a foolish life?

maintain for my blossoming light?

reflecting I had chose the moral rd" because of her in pursuit of happiness I kept on looking forward, the killers kept me motivated and focused. time goes by and the more small mindedness you come across, the petty, cynical and cowardly drones gnaw at you. than it becomes your brethren who want to cheat you, even your own family manipulates you to be the bad guy, when all your doing is loving them all. the progression of sadness to anger are no longer the limits, it reaches primal & territorial instincts where this pride you constantly swallow becomes so indigestible you gag on the demons you created from pain

assumptions

home is with u, but what home is it now with all admirers around u.

my belief in hope was _ _ _ _

my faith was with _ _ _ 

& my balance was _ _ _ _ _ 

my hope doesnt need me anymore,

My faith has betrayed

the straight road taken was for you to win, regardless of how much I was losing.

Initially sometimes you got to have others have belief more faith in what your doing than you have until you get to that turning point.

fictional, non fictional I never had nothing, but I thought I had you, thought our exclusive elaborations, were unique enough for us bloom, I had been straying for so long, that dealing with

lifetimes are not created equal, not all strays look to stroke their egos some are actually trying to find a balanc

Many people fall into a false form of thinking called "argument by assertion." People often get caught up in an argument because it is asserted loudly and vigorously, even though it may have no substance at all.

Assertion is not proof, and when the fundamentals play out, it is only a matter of time before the truth is revealed.