I am interested in the history of individuals. The events, painful and joyful, that occur in their cognizant timeline. These happenings build the foundation of character. Cause and effect can distort and destroy to bring about another troubled mind or it can love and teach the mind to heal and find happiness. The different events we experience shape us individually to bring about endless diversity.
Some pasts bare much more pain than others but everyone yearns for the touch of acceptance, that holy approval from others which fills us with temporary worth. So it seems inevitable now that when my mother began to date a smoker, she would fall prey to the desiccant, stale smog that clogs her throat and oozes with a blackish drool. I know that with every siring cough and relieving puff she pulls herself closer to a fate that one cannot return from. But my words fall upon deaf ears. Like a single drop of rain in the forest. The machine that we see as the human frame can only be withered so much before it crumbles upon a cold platform of denial. These painful events and so many others are invading my timeline and my actions now fall in the space between curiosity and self-destruction. My need for perfection is coming to a slow end as I realize some of my gears are cracked and breaking. The dark foundation is beginning to seep through my surface. That part of yourself that you hide from others.
Some pasts bare much more pain than others but everyone yearns for the touch of acceptance, that holy approval from others which fills us with temporary worth. So it seems inevitable now that when my mother began to date a smoker, she would fall prey to the desiccant, stale smog that clogs her throat and oozes with a blackish drool. I know that with every siring cough and relieving puff she pulls herself closer to a fate that one cannot return from. But my words fall upon deaf ears. Like a single drop of rain in the forest. The machine that we see as the human frame can only be withered so much before it crumbles upon a cold platform of denial. These painful events and so many others are invading my timeline and my actions now fall in the space between curiosity and self-destruction. My need for perfection is coming to a slow end as I realize some of my gears are cracked and breaking. The dark foundation is beginning to seep through my surface. That part of yourself that you hide from others.