im feeling that i could live alone. i belong in some seasoned state of absence. living as a telescope to microscopically confess everything that is questioned. its when i work myself into destructive situations. all of everything that my parents have instilled come with all my joy and sorrow, to inculcate and brand on my mind with their love with their laughter, its the exact same feeling of sudden sinking when you find that youve wronged, or sinned all along. were relatively lost in a relative struggle to maintain our stance to reposition again as a new old plan to reignite the fires of passion to burn the world to a funeral dirth to ashes in urns to sit on some mantel where we watch and learn that passing love is all that matters all that death in selfless action. preaching the sameness.