kindoral

I'm in a mess and cannot assess my best interest, it's as if my emotions are non-Organic, artificial it's definitely official that my assent has become more recent, it's the largest binge of singed desires, besieged and under fire it's blissful kiss stopped to be remembered, yet I'm still cautious and so indecisive, it's as if it's a crisis that has reached its highest duration imitating condensation, initiating it's sequence and originating as nothing becoming something and then suddenly floating away, as if it had a destiny, yet it still has the best of me, turning into default reverting back to normal where it started randomly, y

Where is my emotion? The one I cannot recall, as if I've lost it all... The bain of true desire just directed me away from my originality why oh why would I feel such apathy? Please explain the game of life, is it beautiful and perfect? Or surgically oppressive? This emotion I can see it now imagine it's graceful embrace and warm exterior radiating like a Pheonix, emoting a fresh and contemporary array of light and as it floats in my mind, setting ablaze bound in my cranium and blinding my thoughts I wait for this hazy dazy to settle... Then it all made sense.... A smile was a shortcut, for true happiness.