I love every bit of myself, yet sometimes I wanna slap myself (figurativelly, don't wanna have hematomas)
How can someone that can be so driven towards solving something, sometimes be so disregardful.
Anchoring to tasks that are purposeful yet inane at times. It's passivelly infuriating. Like seeing that a wall is so near, and instead of avoiding it and holding back, ends up smashing into it.
When the concious and the subconcious act in a almost devlish sinchronicty, that ends up dealing a large amount of something that is not very good.
It's akin to having a large degree of freedom and time, and deciding to live in a jailcell.
It lacks logic, but it makes sense. A newfound liberation, with a history of stubbordness, and unwieldingly bad characteristics. All which can be positive, but when negative, have a terrible impact.
So, to fill the time, things come which are just not great ideas. The TV becomes a capivating glowing tube, that latches, and sucks away. The computer, instead of a contructive tool, produces as much entertainment as is desired, and it keeps on coming with it. Food, instead of nourishing, feed an alien hunger, that is seemingly endless.
A day passes, and it's wondered, what will the next day be. Brightness is planned, yet the same pitfalls are repeated. Sometimes a silent scream resounds, but it's too silent to be heard, and to be a voice of difference.
A foot, getting caught in a trap, that was just created by the owner of this same foot.
It's a wonder that sometimes, you can have many enemies, be impervious to them, and the only one that manages to cause harm and anguish, is the enemy that resides within.
It's never know why, but strenght is supposed to come from it.
For Strenght!
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