Who’s playing fair?

Family. Love. Friends. Smiles and smirks. What gives it all worth? Who within the circles of evolving truly want it to work. There’s so much the heart and mind conflicts about that creates the anguish of emotions being hurt. What are attachments if they’re not looking out for the core’s peace that is a need? All is good when egos are fed to a degree of awareness going to extremes. As shoulders turn as if roundabout doors help escape mingling scenes. Making time spent stagnant as decisions alter what may or may not haunt dreams. When elders handing down knowledge of situations are that lessons by living in the now is yesterdays brutal trains Ava writes. Who listens to learn prior to repeating the cycle that was once was harsh as unwanted wisdom for they’d rather have tenderness alone in the mirror? Do minds truly elaborate or is considering advice a thing of fear? Is it talking to relate, to teach, is the voice of reason no one to hear. What individuals in the comfort zone only care about self in which dictates actions not of their own. Who comprehends differences doesn’t havta divide the safe space it tastes to coexist? Do these figments of the imagination believe in a better way when strangers come along to be added to haves upon the familiar list. Share are the lines drawn that affect everyone’s mental stability without one single person being missed? Are we in this together or is it a fairytale of old folk tales that are just stories we’re told as kids? When new faces stroll in and out of the crowd to see who fits the chemistry. Exposing who can’t somehow feel another’s happiness and ego shouldn’t partake in the ritual in which we’re all breathe. Who cares, unless self is all that matters when no one attends to witness anything other than the reflection known as the, me? Claiming to be a part of a special type of scenario of belonging sounds very pretty. But do wet get lost in our owns heads when being ok with lost time? Luv’rs bypass sticking around eventually. Family reproduces their own version once age adds to pressures and pleasures that inevitably lead them astray with their individuality. Were we ever meant to remain close enough to bond beyond acknowledging the existence of self awareness that lacks reality? Just to loop back around later on down the road with a better comprehension that was absent to memories due to excuses of productivity. One life. One motion. One chance. Many worlds colliding. All abandoning roots to seek out self’s relentless quest of defining. To make partnerships within relationships work takes a lil acceptance so everyone can participate before the un-aliving. So why are hearts so demonizing? Parents who are offspring and siblings themselves fade into the shadows if remembrance. When downtime evaluates the right time to think of another as if there give too soon as if we’re selfish. Who has the correct way to be when everyone has their own spin on the resistance? Allowing years to go unnoticed by luv’d one’s trapped in the grips of an imaginary alliance. Who like the complications of division by forcefully tearing others apart? With a verbal assault behind backs as ears absorb the sound it takes to ruin their charm. Who in their right mind holds on to unfortunate events in moments of chapters when it’s the series lived that tells the story of growth in the heart? To overcome without the resentment and belittling those most precious we say don’t want to harm. We’re all gonna do something someone else doesn’t agree with. As we attempt to not repeat expressions rehearsed and released from hateful lips. When it all rotates back to the origins in which can’t be found elsewhere bcuz of its grit. As compadres sometimes are the closest people to what a norm could ever get. They to come but when they go they don’t return. Having the same affect of mates do as they run their course until bridges are burned. They all take their turns. But the concept of two bloodlines merging is the oddest form of unity that lurks. Some try and others step away. Causing questions of reasons of who’s truly who at the end of the day. As if it’s cool to avoid interactions at events and gatherings or whole thing together to save face. Silently betraying the luv shared like it’s a game. What is someone to do when watching the fiasco when the willing become the unwilling? When hope gets damaged due to self righteousness feeding its own tolerance that’s chilling. Cold hands have a shut off switch that cripples the joy simply seeking what fulfilling. Is everyone ok with the solitude being appealing? Who can openly admit they’re not perfect in any sense? And has forgiveness without sides taken so no one feels they’re not a piece of the substance. The essence. The purpose of the sequence…