Creative Accomplicing Culprit
Writing thoughts about having thoughts that are nothing but thoughts thoughtfully thought. Me the ever compliant culprit of my own sarcastic self, roaming around in the confines of my cynical mind depending on my want and need. Remembering always that I am the vessel to which emotions appeal to for existence regardless of outcomes. Outwardly I adhere to all known social norms and expected behaviors while in my own small way know the delicate balance in which they exist. Such as my lethargy and my restlessness as always and forever unable to continually be compliment due to my lack of interest in events or tasks offered. My dignity and indignity, competing for equal footing among all the problems not mine and enforced beliefs that carry no weight in my life, that appear merely as a waste of my time in the moments I would be doing something other than everything that keeps me from myself. My caring and my lack of compassion never evenly mixing, always prone to imbalance, in more way...