Fragmenting SolaceWith repression of the individual comes forced fragmentation. The Self becomes a wonderer, a stranger to singularity, yet known to all faculties within. An un-willing participant amidst fluctuating sensations. Though we remain ourselves, personality segments, allowing imbalance into consciousness. An overpowering melancholy holds the soul in a state of subdued existence.Tormented sadness only intensifies yearning for ascendance, whilst frustration of imposed actualities stunt progression and lend to outbursts of misconstrued repugnant release.With decadence installed, purpose becomes disrupted and then we fall.We fall unknowing, away from who and where we are supposed to be.In our end and of the now we anchor spirit and survive by will
Standing solitary, a seeker of self, subdued in suffering, struggles to sustain virtuous intention.Once lost from consciousness, reflective resonance reverberates luminescence through porous awakening.
Why my self.Sickened by the self and struggling to attain an intention.Wondering aimlessly trying to find a goal, an aim, an agenda.So I sit here and wait...Wondering if my identity will ever reveal its self. From the world outside shallow calls of ignorance taint my very air, disrupting conscious and corrupting mentality.I feel myself consumed with contempt, anger and frustration. The simple fact that I have hate truly within my being, of all enveloping factors and at the same time of myself.I AM LOST...So much yearning drowned in futility.Direction eludes me time and time again.I feel blind, yet I see luminescent destinies out of grasp.Perception reveals but consciousness fails to take gripand so I fall into fragmented despair.