a walk

synopsis

 many things rise to the occasion, where the heart fails the mind occupies. There is no ethical justice only chaos, only we that long for the past nearby. I am but a messenger of truth, where my words fail to announce my struggles and my body shuts down at the slightest turmoil. there is only slight discomfort as I lay far from any acquaintance and where I find no intrinsic connection to my peers, I fail to invent new ways to comfort myself, yet I'm starting to lose sight of hope as nothing seems to comfort my aching heart. this but a scene in which my struggles take the lead part, and in which my own malevolence seduces me into creating what world best suits me when nothing is left in the body the heart assumes its control, and through my desires, I witnessed my greatest setbacks, it is then when the most thing that matters matter no longer, and my own sense of identity collapse into the ruins of such a past.

only through writing have I found my greatest of comfort, my own land to grow and my flowers to water, my dreams to hope for and my desires to convey, yet once again it is that my desires that truly crippled me, my own initial self believe that debilitates me from making any improvement. where there is instant perfection that is where my aim lies yet I hold to the innocent belief that nowhere is led through perfection only our deluded sense of self trying to convey what the mind deemed impossible or too challenging, as our most significant defeat comes only from within.

to hold such a definition of deluded is to be misled by the mind, thinking it won't matter only support our fears, our own failures spark the end of heroic act, where to live is the only hope to last, overall that which trembles my soul, this sense of true corruption can only be sparked from within. I see no aim in trying to fight off your thoughts, yet I most see resilience through words that carried my most practical knowledge: I am not my thought only the sense aware of them.