Isolation
the act of separating something from other things
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I prefer isolation,
No more irrigation,no more commotion.

No disturbance from dog’s bark
An no more noise from passing cars.

isolation gives a lot of gains,
Concentration of mind increases and irrelevant things narrow.

Isolation is not new to me,
I like it being secluded.

Isolation pushes people far enough not to hear my cry’s,
Far enough not to see the scars.

I have this saying that people are my enemies,
until I prove otherwise, isolation is my advocate. 🍮 (didn’t know how to end it)

What do u do when u come between two paths, one benefits you and one benefits others.
Looking back at it you’ve only made choices that benefits other, you’ve never made a choice that you’ve been positive behind because looking for validation from others has been edged into yo mind.
I start to understand the phase “ you could cross a ocean for someone but they would never do the same”
I came to understand this when i chose the path that benefited me an they called me selfish.
I had to turn back to the cross road an ponder, whether to choose the path that benefits them or choose the path that makes me smile within.
I know the answer but still I hesitate, knowing that if the path i chose is wrong I can’t turn back 🤎

He told me he didn’t have a favorite color so I thought I’d help him find it.
I showed him the forest but he didn’t like the endless primeval.
I pointed at the sun but it burned away at his soul.
The moonlit sky was worst because it gave peace to his corrupt heart.
I took him to the field of gardens to show him pink,orange,purple an more, but they made his mind dazed.
While I retrate rose Thorns captured me, blood ran from my body.
His eye held excitement so I assumed he loved the red of the rose, not knowing that he actually lust over the  mahogany of my blood 🤎

Dark
“the absence of light”
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I prefer the dark,
Because in the dark I’m hidden away from the judgmental eyes.
In the dark I’m able to write stories without them saying it’s a waste of time,
In the dark I’m able to dance without them pushing me to my demise.
The shadowy shade brings a alluring peace that fogs my mind,
An a sinister melody blocks out there snake-ish lies.
The creatures that wander in this void are my only form of joy,
They whisper bitter stories about there life, which I found funny because it’s the way they died.
After the stories they send me to the “angels facade” an hope I don’t get buried because of they’re tranquil lies 🍮

See a person could be so perfect in your eyes that u automatically shut up the wrongs, they could be cold blooded murders but because your so blinded by love or admiration u try to make up false beliefs an called them “good intentions.” See this is why anything related to love scares me, it scares me that one day I could be so blinded by love that I wouldn’t even care if they killed me an called it “love.” It’s funny to me how some people can stay with there partner even tho there getting cheated on with there knowledge like oh “they just need time/ there in a hard place” an forcing that though into their head an saying their partner has “good intentions”, an love is another messed up topic but that’s for later 🤎