![]() ![]() I wonder if for you is it equally as hard to keep up the charade of these two personalities, sometimes unable to tell which is which, as is it for me? Is it as difficult to hide your… real self? I wonder why on the outside you appear to be so calculated, but on the inside there is a part of you that wants to loose… control. ![]() …and you are just a figment of my imagination.īut in those split seconds of vulnerability, where you are no longer in control, I can see what you want me to…and I wonder. It is the looks you give me when you walk by me, in those split seconds of vulnerability what you reveal that keeps me up at night wondering…why you never speak?īut maybe I’m imagining this all in my head. But I like to imagine that you were created just for me, that you are the Eve of this Eden in a time before our eyes had been opened and our ignorance no longer blissful. They tell me that you are just a program placed here to break my focus, a temptation for me to lust after. ![]() We have created a system in which we are all harmoniously synchronized, swimming in an endless sea of repetition we are unable to unplug from. If this matrix was designed to keep us blinded by the monotony of it all, then we are truly the architects of our own imprisonment. The control that you are not willing to give up simply because you cannot… not be in control. ![]() “Honesty is a blunt instrument that often bloodies more than it cuts.” ![]()
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