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A wicked spiral leading to outburst

My tolerance nearly bubbling over

a convex not concave meniscus of anger pushing the fill to extreme

I am coming face to face with my shortcomings and doing nothing to remedy them.

Avoidance is my Dance for life. An innate dance I cling to.

My world view has diminished in the last year. My drive now a reeping ghost I shun
at first thought.

I know who I am underneath....but am becoming one who is settling.

The type of person i am, never completely escapes lonliness though.....so I turn
elsewhere for comfort.

I cover up with unconsciousness like a blanket from my
childhood. A mind so powerful should not let it's temple be so weak and dependent
upon feelings.

woulda, shoulda, coulda I guess.

I sit with no real visions for myself now....tired of reaching out and networking; being fake, yet secretly thinking how to slip away without my absence being
noticed and commented on.

I have a lot to realize. Wish i could go out into the garden and pick flowers of
realization everyday...baskets full and plant more and more all season long.
If only it were that easy to continue challenging yourself.

A stifled soul is the one I carry inside my flesh. i am ashamed to say i am only
flesh and thought with no internal compass to keep me traveling.

I want to be so much more. But will i?