the story repeats as some kind of curse,

just like how real feelings interact like real things

it's about the principle that holds all lost souls to stay lost,

wondering about when why and how to break the pattern

to break what meant to be broken

 

i mean, we all have experienced how it is to love

to silently watch how morning birds flirt

to fall in grief and powerlessness

the made-believe possibilities in made-believe reality

 

do you remember the torture? the insecurities?

i mean, for fuck's sake

do you remember how many times you wished it to stop?

to disappear and abandon the gift of existence?

 

i mean, just like god, time works with the expectation of

fate. it doesn't always reward carefully calculated action.

the flow dictates what the flow needs from us. we have to

see things through the end to grasp its actual meaning

 

now, do you really believe in the primacy of exclusivity?

do you believe that by stepping back, detaching the self

from the dynamic drama, destiny will work in your favor?

do you believe in the utility of isolation?