Recrudescence

It's been two years since my last blogpost
two years since we played pretend...surrogate and host
two years since i let you in on the inner side of my mind
twenty four months since I spilled my thoughts online
a fortnight since I chose not to let things slide


misinterpret the time travel in the line above. you're allowed to.
things we see almost always fuel the channels our thoughts are inclined to
I'm not master Yoda; to be him I'm not trying to
cos he really is one with the force...I'm a disciple
studying the secrets of this existence part time like it's night school
crawling through the tunnels of your mind wearing blindfolds.


I care not whether or not I stand straight or I stumble.
I collide with your reasoning and feel your thoughts quiver. we're uncomfortable
but to be here is to die here...to leave here is to survive you
let it not be said that within the confines of your battles I grew idle
because metal slavery is an underrated tile
it goes from the simplicity of the dictatorship of the fictional simon
to laziness and blindness and self consuming titles.


To be a hero is to be a villain
The one who needs saving is almost always the saviour
To trust completely is to emancipate yourself from the fear of imminent betrayal.