Haven't you felt that you have said the same thing a lot of times in a different way?
You know, when you try to explain something and by achieving trying to make it understood you repeat yourself and you feel stupid.
Or, sometimes when your want to be understood and you fail, then you feel you are a negative pole.
Like, walking through the street at night and the only thing you can hear is the sound of heels, coming from your back, sound becomes more and more present.
Then you need to speed up, you realise that the reflection of yourself isn't you, it's someone else, maybe a character from cinema.
You come back, in your childhood memory.
It's night, there is nobody except of your imagination making someone.
Tell me, haven't you seen anyone making the sound?
You stumble somewhere but it's not that important so you continue, the set is at least empty, yet, seems like a big mountain to climb.
It's on off, driving in the highway when you stumble into something.
When you start again you have a weight, after a while you forget, when it will come again it will bring you another weight, different one.
Each particle has different conceptions and failures, in order to make the machine function you are in great need of gears, something to hold and stick pieces together so that it will control the movement when being in a space.
You have to change the subject, you have to change the subject, nice weather, right?
Slowly vanishing in the smoke, gone, absent, not there.
Then when in vanity, simultaneously become angry and despised.
Penetrating the idea of your own imagination as an opinion derived from the mind of another one.
In other words, you become the character you built in your mind once you start living like it, the moment, this, has become you, when you can't remember yourself without it.
There, you are absent, you feel minor, less significant and less efficient.
You don't have to say it, I can hear.
Hey, you know, you are overreacting, you are worthless.
Oops, that shouldn't have to be included.
How absurd.
Look, you sound ruined, this has taken it's turn.
Spherical metamorphosis.
There are days that connection means nothing, being alone can be more fulfilling.
They say it's a comfort zone.
Listening to a melody, fastening your belt, ready to levitate.
Yes, overcrowded spots where you have to socialise is a living hell, rather be an invisible man walking through it.
And yes, it's hard to get it, it's not agoraphobia, maybe it's social anxiety, or anthropophobia or something else.
On top of that, you easily assimilate into frustration that grands a fear of disfunction.
Fear is a damn hell of a knife.
Any other sharper thing that tears your tissues.
A dog from hell.
An uncomfortable couch stuffed with cement.
Funny fact, while you overanalyse scripting dialogues and creating scenarios you forget to add emotions on it, you demote yourself in the eyes of others.
In a blink of an eye, you miss affection, but is to lose chance of attaining for your soul, self, or entity.
