Progression…

I went to far. Damn near didn’t come back. The bottom of the heart was such an empty place that drove me mad. Emotions ran wild. Character created a character I didn’t know. All along I wore a smile but it itself didn’t feel like home. Deep into the abstraction of depths I broke. Sobering snapped in my head. I chuckled like a loon once I lost hope. And at times I felt I was better off dead. In such a twisted mental instability I recognized myself in a transformation into, through and away, to the getting to the real me. Returning as a friend to the mirror I finally comprehended my stare. My stave off life became crystal clear in a moment where I no longer had to dream. Leading the memories of fate to rot without a care. Looking back, the lives had me under a spell. Although I’ve learned of critical gestures that’s touched my face. As poisonous lips trained y skim as I fall. Numb was the expression loosening my intent to play. Golden bridges melted, luv’rs helped me head from going under. Keeping y eyes above the surface to look them in the eyes. Giving them t physical weight the inner makings that they hungered. But I never lied. The motionless stir spice been so much more. As I was caught up in a web I my own decisions that went idk which way. I was unfucking myself with fingertips that soothed the monster to the core. Silently creasing to break through the wall in between me and the outside world so u could rise from the grave. Living in true form was always the use case. Lying to stuff just wasn’t a thought in the mind. So I drifted scary time as the confetti faded head lasting safe. As it was to float on downstream so it didn’t affect others enjoying the hype. Finding what I lost along the way took shovels and years to dig up. Realizing life is a lonely walk seen people con’s abs go. Selfishly truths emerge to teach a lesson for u just want ready for luv. As I recollect the pitch of every moan and groan. I echoed within as talking to self was unpleasant to partake in. The honesty I couldn’t hide from turned me into a foe with a fowl tongue. Whispering the scrambled up version of me to the night’s grip. In the dark is where I came too, is suffered I became more than a lust. Forced to face the reason of worth. After dying while still being alive. I’m better now that I’ve concurred the one. I hit the ground and bounced and found a lil sense even though it hurt. I’m demented to those who failed to think for themselves. A lil too much for others who go with the flow. I note what triggers the ugly that no longer needs help. Her I am, I’ve grown. Evolved by allowing myself to adapt like a pro. To reconstruct thy will on display in true form. Without strings to move extremities the way the heart tends to do. I’m me again, and, I’m my norm. I choose to resume…