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i’ve lost everything I had to live for, the creative energies were there no more, family and friends had become strange faces, allowing me to sleep in cold and desolate places. hungry in the morning and all through the night, I thought God had given up on me with all His might. as I walked to cold concrete, cursing and talking, I could feel the devils, creeping and stalking. i feel God has let me down, went on about His way, no money, no food, not a decent place to stay. no one for comfort, no one for support, why the hell was I still filled with so much damn effort. not a dime in my pocket, the world had stolen me blind, I can’t think straight , I need a peace of mind. i thought of murder to commit the ultimate act, I knew I wouldn’t be caught, that was a fact. no nerves to steal unless it was a bag of money, almost become a statistic for milk and that sweet honey. as I sat and cried for two whole days, thinking of legal ways that pays, i contemplated suicide just to ease the grief, never have I been so lonely, I just need a little relief.
finally, after five hours of sound sleep, under many blankets because there was no heat, i decided not to give the world the pleasure, up to them I’m determined to measure.
When a situation becomes enveloped one’s emotions can get bogged down with remedies that neither eliminate nor alienate that which causes the circumstance. To protect the innocent from what I ask is reason enough to suppress intellect granted by desired forces from their realms whatever it might be, significant or not, magnificent or a blunder, sufficient or incoherent; determination can change circumstance. In a waltz, prissy or Picasso, the lumbada; dirty tired movements, following unwarranted circumstances, flabbergastable evidence trying to major in conviction… circumstance. Blissful blessing; season’s tidings; ho-ho-hum, circumstance. You’ll deny me three times, though I’ve done it all for you.
Confusion; a real life circumstance. Blame it on the rain my friend, I got a task at hand while the sun’s still shining. What a sinister plot is unwittingly behaving.
Why do egotistical emotionless arrogant plots sinisterize and swirl down mentality’s toilet; whoosh. In whose head to decompensate that which is unknown; circumstance. I think on what possesses me to uphold in weathering storms. I’ll gladly relinquish what RIGHTS I have to my situation, since it’s to change this CIRCUMSTANCE.