Dissapointment
Comes and goes
Condiment
Just flows
No one cares
They just walk away
It just like rotten pairs
Distastful
Scream for help
Nobody turns
Then a dog yelp
Then they turn
When i talk
Nobody listen
Im just a wall
A petition
Everything an obstical
Absruction, impediment, hindrace
A barrier
A trouble
It's distress
It's frustation
Sometimes iys anxity
Sometimes its shy but insucure
No diligence
No perseruance
No industry
No vigor
No carefulness
No intensity
No attention
No care
Not evedigent or painstacking
It's all
Its dissappointment

if there was  
a point
a dot and a drop of ink on paper
for time was not linear
wasn’t the continuum we knew
it was somewhere
where
eye’ve lost it.

any associative tendency
from my self
towards anything
detached
maybe party
didn’t intend to stop, so
all that remains (fo) now  
is the name of my higher
‘self’
divine name
the mystikai.

no kabbala
not ready
far from being
this subtle
not into the ways of attaining it
left-handedly
although that’s what eye’m becoming
depicting
something so pointless
so clearly.

and shading it
painstacking-ly.