Chronicles of a HeadCase

You could have been the one to break me into pieces, but I did not allow it. You could have been the one to destroy my plateau, but you hesitated. You were chosen for a reason that I cannot foresee. This mental attraction means so much more than how I am drawn to you, behind. You are a beautiful sight of art and transitions of clarity. This insurmountable faith of compassion, in you, makes me feel feeble and weak. I know you require quiet contemplation but I worry so much from your emotional physique and location. That I ignore my instincts and my intuition, for they are products of the blinded physician. I am righteous and true when I want you to see, that what I say are pure and simple to decree. Though with intentions, I know that they won’t last, as long as my care and faith that you will grow is past.

Like the way I think about your cry, the reasons have been so hard to pry. If you ever doubt me in character or mind, please tell me for I have been blind to what is mine. Selfish and inconsiderate, my fears will consume, but it is human to err so please let me resume… the words that make me feel complete and heard, like the infinite wisdom you have heard from that seer. Maybe I will find you looking in the back, and whisper a voice of seductive tact. Then perhaps I will forget all of my fears, and live in vivid and relentless tears. Please allow me to perceive what you so desire that I may create the one perfect choir. To sing in proportion to your soul, that I desire the you that had been perspired.

I know I am stupid and that I have been blunt, but please see that all I want is to break the front. Don’t hate me for being all too human, for it is the easiest role to let go of and then be potent.