A tragic comedy. My love of my hatred that’s decaying me. Striding for an optimist path. Dwelling the chambers realizing the mask. A replica of who I was in the past. Loving, caring feeling complete.  The facade fading. Mentality despaired emotionally obsolete. Carrying this charade, lying to those who seek. Giving them the goodness which is rotten underneath. Relationships. Nothing but transactions to me. Which I fail to complete.