Chronicles of a HeadCase

I see now, what I hid from me. The very essence that sparked this mindscape.  My nature of imparmenence was a piece of that void in meaning. My self nature so uninhibited, my empathy too much depth; Now i’m stagnent from inertia, pulled and pushed with equal force, that I am still and stuck in my place. But when the pieces has made its move, and I am dissapointed by the lacking intentions. The smoke mirrors and excused positions compromises my solution. So still I stand and the weight and force is uplifted from my vessel and all thats left is an empty experience. Well, perhaps I could be a lesson learned?