Those days that end within the realm of
What some would consider normality
I call insecurity.
With or without somebody
More oft than not
Lonely .........
which is not the worst thing for me I know
For the most part I get along  with the inner me
We have a lot of the same dreams
We agree on which avenue to pursue
Wether it be fantasy ,engineering poetry or painting
Then ,,,,,,,..........
Woool ........there's the other me
The judge, jury and "X"three musketeer
......alone roaming off on my own in the gloaming
Lavishing  in some plush memorie possessed by lacivious iniquities
I find sleep distasteful
Lurking ........ here's  all the more near.
Always down to abscond tears from me
Slow intake
In loop mode replaying
Memories  of the day  which carry the most bearing upon gravity.
At least
Related to me  
Deciphering .....
Perhaps obsessing on the smallest things
Trying to digest
I Guess
I brake
Fake smile
Hollow  
Lie in denial
I loose my power over
Sweetening reality
He pushes suppression
Frustrates me and leaves me
Tired and having to deal with the real reality ........
That is ........
Only tell this evening
I'm already thinking
Of something