Sleep Diction

Treestump

Ironic.
With all the self righteousness that
I happen to claim, I still live in the shadows of my hopes.
Hoping that if I engage in something worthwhile, that then maybe I would catch the attention of others.
Shameful in my own right.
Sometimes I wear jeans that look like tights.
Shameful.
I speak, to speak to masses.
Like mountains or the villages that inhabit them.
No taller than an ant, my will.
To be crushed by my subconscious.
The end.
Like that great movie, that ended not so good.
To the point, where the entire film was critiqued differently because of the final sequence.
Life is in sequences.
Will I be remember by how I lived or by one bad ending.
Because I have a lot.
A bag full, TSA will probably confiscate.
Once properly exposed to the public, I have then become a marked individual.
Individually, placed outside the lines that determine human existence.
I have no being because you removed it.
Ironic indeed, I still am under the thumb.
Of all the imaginary thoughts, that I thought, that you thought about my essence.
Thoughts, that became words, then concerns, then actions.
I act against them.
But I never act out.
Why protest if they are just coming to kill you.
Public hanging. In the next ten seconds it will be viral.
A disease.
We celebrate diseases.
Why the hell should I be concerned with impressing you.
All the while, my actions come from not that influence.
Instead, I place my insides on my shoulders.
Backpacked for life.
There is no such thing.
For I already lock everything in my boxed brain.
So, do I really need further storage for such negativity?
I shouldn't embraced this fucking dagger that has maimed my heart for more times than I can count.
On four hands, with two extra fingers.
Mutant.
An outcast yet again.
Maybe I have decided to express the feelings I claimed that I never had.
Such a contradiction.
Redundant writing, which inscribes the falsehood that I detest.
Sadly I only write truths, because I can rarely speak them.
While screaming do you understand?
Well do you?
I wish someone would.
Ironic.
I'm still trying to impress me.
Did I happen to impress you?