I really need this with an overdeveloped convention on pride… To unwind the time spent into ignoring my statute of pure (un)limitation. I have already lost. It. Completely. And it became harder and harder to determine my position of determined belief. I cannot see it anymore.

Could it be a limit into your assurance to receive the counter-gravity of your overbidding actions, pressed against a divided and drained heart ? Will I be bothered to care about the refrain of it ?… You need to fill the gaps of your shapeless acceleration with something and memory comes first to serve.

Maybe I could run some more against my constrained judgement and let the cold wind serve my inertial choice of non-delivery. As I cannot (in this precise moment) speak the words or provide the reassuring gesture.  And it is all revolving… I could not force it anymore… I know the door, it is there on the main agitated path, targeting you to step into this other side of existence and in the same time stating vaguely some more thoughts of personal salvation. Actually this bit is ranked top, and you seem to be reckless ignoring it…

I am still going with the memory choice at hand, always protective and much closer to my actual running needs than any other second-hand epiphany . My ever-sweet adrenaline of disregard… It is said to be crucial especially if immediate danger is chasing you on an open field… The real danger here would be to try bury down into the concrete plane the entrance towards a yard full of stones.

Never felt in power with orientation tasks so I guess I would screw up the positional placement… And the main line of questioning would not make it to the end…. And even if it seems that you are given an array of choice, the reality is you get the only one question that you know has rhetorical statutory rights… And then you gasp for even more silence contrary to the actual noise-free surrounding.

You take that ever growing silence and you hold on to it…. It will help you raise. And why ever bothering for feeding the need of actual sound explanations ? Towards your frozen impossibility there is some light being shed, accommodated sometimes by discrete tears  as a clear indication of a past. The lights are already burning. They are in place. And they seem straight. I realize I can egress without looking back because I’ve already projected my departure long before my actual arrival…

Some half-value incentives might be derived from me actually stepping down … I figured if you do not put your fully heart into it you could salvage some of the initial reassurance. And since I managed to find this new craving for some binary logic I turn my head around, setting my next destination for a place where a certain keyboard might actually sound more than just alive. It would be like me,  genuinely re-evaluated for unexplored options.