Why are you still like this way. This poultry person perpetuating a persecuted persona. When shall you break emancipate yourself from this strung up fantasy, weaved intricately with lies and stories of how to push forward into the dream but never taking the plunge you truly need to make it a reality.
When will you stop hiding behind the circumstances and drive yourself into the plane of something enduring. To take the wheel on the winding road and forsake the prims and the propers to engage in something real.
Be true, be genuine. So if you say grow then grow, if you want to stay still than stay still, but dont become the stalwart hypocrite that speaks empty syllogisms about the way the world works.
I am stuck seeing you feast and feasted on your fascination with creature comforts that are careening closer to a early earthen exit. Forcefully you say that tomorrow will bring new horizons but when tomorrow comes you swiftly declare it today and absolve yourself of any obligation. When will you see with eyes unclouded. When will you wipe that veneer off your face and stare radically into yourself. When, then is not a time but a state of being, one that seems eternally unreachable.
The problem is perpetuated by the prospect of fantastical fantasies that are fallow of any reasonable reality rendered through open eyes.
I, then, seem to be situated in the spectacular other, where watching life go by knowing all these faults, and forcing myself into ways of waywardness and woe to actively avoid the avalanche of artifice though evidently unable to evade inevitable enterprise of hate.
It appears ardently that though I amble upwards, i am unable to delicately disconnect the deep deluge of despisement flowing towards the totality of myself. Through my failings I find no forgiveness for my form, just bitter resentment.
Why can’t I move, why am I forced to look upon myself and see someone who is forever failing to move forward in the ways I want.
I need to stop making excuses and just do. No matter the alliterations that follow, its time to move. Though challenging it may be, this chance may change the chapter into something new.