A young disciple of discipline is just, trying to dissipate negative traits. Hesitations of change are often in frame but most balloons don't fly straight. Instead there's the choice of multiple fates, played upon through invisible games. Who is listening, we're nowhere near finished yet, when the drifter remains in stages to claim.
Draw upon those who have taught you before, are these new lessons or echoes restored in repetition. Persistent tricks formed from stubborn habits, hidden in-kind to the back of our brains, where a complete disregard is often retained. Try observing yourself through the eyes of others, are you sure we're the same when shuffling states.
A lot of people used to like my character and want me around, because to be honest I was an addict and a party animal. Nowadays I stay at home or chill with friends and smoke some ****, but now I'm suddenly hated. Doesn't really bother me, but sometimes it bothers me how quickly others show their true colours
It's each person to themselves that has been a cause of much pain because they're mostly interested in what with they only can gain. They don't really give a **** about how anyone else might be going but continue on for their own sakes regardless of what life is showing. _________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
cities with their glass skin iron bones gray flesh of concrete and a soul of light bulbs silhouettes, the skylines… the giants that swallow us whole because we didn't know how to stop the magic of the beanstalk and now that we have raised our titans to unite us we gave them will we gave them back the gift of fire and it returns to **** the life in to burn the bridges throughout and within… our Atlases... are they home the shelter, still, or are they now the labyrinth and the Minotaur