Truth…

If I had to distance myself from you, in your own. Know I’m a situation that requires me to be accordingly and it’s not a personal conflict that forces me to ignore potential that just may fill my days that linger onto nights that come to life in ways my mind can’t get enough of when the light turns down ever so low. We all have choices to confront when the voices in our heads speak of what’s situationally a fit to adjust to when time considers relevance to our moans. I’m human and I’m so far from perfect that I’m an amateur at the whole deciphering of who’s who, as I don’t know who’s gonna be missed. I’m one individual wanting my own silence to bring me joy. No, I don’t wanna live with the forsaken thought of an unmentionable void. One chance, one life. And I’m only trying to sort out what’s good for me in my own mind. Am I right or am I wrong? I’m just going on what phase I’m in so I too can consume a chance to perform in as we, whoever it be, gets along. Where am I? Who am I at this thing called life? Is there a better outcome of what it is I’ve diddled in to? Questions need not be answered to change the mindset of comforts that I’ve walked away from to get to what makes sense to a lifestyle I’ve come to know. As, here I am listening to Prince in the dark all alone. In my element of what I hide the most. The beast has calmed down. So far into a state of  what the fuck ever, I can’t recognize myself anymore. For sure. I’m honestly tripping on the fact that I’ve come to be consumed by never losing everything again that I’m driven by fear. Yet, I have no tears. I just refuse to adapt to a lower vibration that invites me to accept a norm in which demands me to go along with a lesser version of self. Can you relate or am I the only one who insists on concurring the fuckery we despise as we look for a smidget of help. Whether we admit it or not. Who’s to say, what instead of who hits the spot? No disrespect but I’m no more human than you. Truth…