My days have been twisting and trailing and trying to tie themselves around my sensibilities, and I can't keep up with its rushing rapid pace. What was I trying to say when I thought about becoming solitary, alone? Outside forces are ushered into the door of my days ahead, and I feel up and down but never not thought about. Friends seem to multiply when my walls are torn down where previously super secure abandonment of society disregarded any desire to get out and that wall was so tall but I'm finding out how to break it and take this responsibility as a child of my own. Ideals become the stains on the breast of your shirt because it's what everybody sees first and second they want you to warm up to them but don't reveal ALL your secrets. Keep your morals and ideals to yourself is not what the city people have in mind and they'd never know how I feel in the wilderness alone in my head. Take everything with a grain of salt they say, but what if you're collecting the salt with oven mits? You better just grab a handful because it will all fall out anyway.
If you choose to assume what's been put in front of you, you better prepare to be shaken up and turned down.
I can't assume anything that's coming at me right now, I better remove myself and look at this situation with a different perspective than my own..
But it's so easy to get sucked in an spit out.
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