Is the cure in the medicine or is it more of a philosophical answer?
Would working to keep adversity away whenever possible be a positive thing or is it a sign of a destructive avoidance problem?
Am I still me, even if I can’t recall how I used to be? Moreover, who and what am I now?
A shadowy apparition has camped out on the inside for far too long and it’s time to go. The specter of melancholic agony has definitely overstayed its welcome, by at least a decade. It’s a mechanical beast, running off of vitality, not afraid to run on fumes as needed with no regards for the host.
A tragedy of the highest magnitude rocking the cerebral night and day.
When emotions have more weight than the truth… that can be problematic. And even the truth lies!
When Hell decides to pay a visit, that is the reality, that is the truth. But it isn’t necessarily true.
Analyzing every microsecond of what I’m supposed to be doing or feeling in the present moments of time is a haunting unlike any other. The shadowy apparition has grown over the years…
but everything that grows must die.
So sew different seeds.
Watch those grow instead.