Just written

Good to know you he said
Yea indeed
As much as one can
Through words without inflection
Meaningless, primed for projection or ideation all depending on
Your own motive, desire and intention
We forget
Then
This has nothing to do with the actual
Person
We have made into an automated
Reflection
Of whatever we want
And damn them if they are not
This is what we have come to in regards to our dating scenarios’.

My poem about ?

And How tight
It’s grip
Before we even realized
We slipped
That’s when the panic set in
A sudden need of flight from a self we aren’t able to run from or through or to
Until we’ve reclaimed its origin
Where we wish to run to or what we run from
To escape the self takes death to the conscious mind
To all
Or the body so we aren’t able to know the joy grief pain shame , all that glides through us in this life
Each time one had us elated and we promise we will alw it last
Another comes from the depths
Whether by love lost, hatred, betrayal or life circumstances having tossed around a soul
From the best guesses we come from and go back to what matters

Just bitten

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