No use…

Drop the needle, drop the mic. Doesn’t matter who’s wrong in the middle when depths come full circle in the middle of the night. The heart knows where it belongs after spending do much fuckin time alone. And all it ever wants is to go home. But where is the structure we’ve been taught it resides? Damn if the mind questions life. Please do me a favor bcuz I truly ask for my nothing in return. But, if you could just show some worth. It’s old asf falling short. Every time I open up I find a rebuttal ends my attempt. Of what will never be known as I refuse to vent. I’m here in the mix of finding the mystery of happiness settling into a comfort with the sigh. Sometimes I just wanna die. It’s useless to open up. Luv isn’t luv when characteristics intervene with what matters in the moment of an us. I’m done. But ssh, keep IT in hush. Maybe I’ve overlooked or haven’t found that ease for my bones to move. Life’s good but it conflicts with how the heart just wants to live loose. Boom! Is just another twist that conflicts with the mood in another stagnant room. Proof that I just can’t get it right. It is it me that opposes the creativity that wants to coexist with a friends that connects with the functions is the mind? Is it a question I need to ask? Or am I in the brink of knowing what truly lasts? Honestly, who gives a fuck? Like over luv. If it can’t be in order of getting along, what’s the use? Who looks forward to the inevitable doom? In ask seriousness who has the time for empty empathy? Or am I somewhat of an endless gen x generation that reasons with truths? I’m confused. Who’s who? Why continue word the restrictions of self gathering concepts that conflict with the heart’s groves? Adapting is overrated and that’s being polite. As a gentleman I wanna be alone to enjoy life. I can’t withstand another’s perspectives I can’t relate to, no matter how hard I try to compassionately wanna comprehend. There’s simply no such thing as a frienf. Just fuck and avoid the intimacy that plagues emotions wanting to end it all. No harm, no fowl. But, I’m in the now. Nothing makes sense all again. I’m not my biggest fan. I’m out to get the false sentence of others gathering yet another version of me tried in mental of their own reality stuck in foreverness of me enslaved to an alternate reality of what’s truly real. And this world wonders why I do not wanna feel. I’m just wanting to be left alone. Lemme hide and burrow in my home. I promise not to come out and play. All ask is, please forget my face.::