A whisper away and yet the distance is unimaginable.
  Dig deep my friend. Hollow it out. Worry not for time, for it worries not of you.
   Gain momentum. Pull traction.
   This rock spins with great velocity and yet at moments, it seems we are standing still. Seasons change before our ever always working eyes as we slave away on the worlds best days.
   The arms of the clock never tire. Revolving ever so cumbersome. Ever so slowly.
   As the sun passes over and gives way to the moon another piece of me is gone. Another day left behind.
   God blesses us every day wether it is good or bad. Let us not deceive ourselves. He gets credit either way.
   And after all, it was our choice to have it, right? Our choosing of one or the other.
   I walk parallel with my sanity as if we were holding hands. The taste of aluminum foil and gummy bears. Contradictory is the name of the game.
   A paradox of human gesture and spoken word. Forever inserting our feet where the sun does not shine. Ever.
   My emotions overtake me much these days.
  Getting the best of me and bring out the worst.
  The destination is only partial to the journey. The high road eventually always leads down.
   I will never quite understand what the song is about. Every time I get used to the rhythm it seems the genres have changed.
   I am a dominant personality in a submissive role. Always standing and wanting to lay over.
   Walking a tight rope of instant failure or heightened success. In succession of nothing. I toss desire.
   And yet unhappy of its absence.
   Ambitious yet lazy. Lazy yet yearning to work. What the fuck?
   Free of medications, yet whispering to myself 20 times a day of how I may need some. Breathing heavy but not too deep.
   Thinking deep but off in the shallows.
  A know it all who hasn't heard of that yet. Grieving the death of something still living.
   Indeed. I may be on to something but I don't know what it is.
  I wasn't created to ponder such things. I wasn't made to psychology my psychotic self.
   In the depths of solitude we make ourselves. We create the best of us that people rarely get to see.
  Make a person that only we enjoy. That we are comfortable with. The strength we build in ourselves is with us for life.
   Introspection dissolves the insecurities. It relieves me of my wants. Makes me comfortable with myself. In turn alleviates me of the judgements I think others put on me.
   Enjoy the journey my friend. The paradox is an illusion. It's the veil before your eyes. It clouds your sight. It darkens your senses. It dims your light.
   Shine like the moon. Put out heat like a star.