adeanyin

Dear Mountain Climber:

It's 4:57 in the am.

I blame the gravity of mars, to close for comforts to be allowed while I sit here trying to figure why I'm sitting here visualizing my mode for your viewing pleasure while it hurts to breathe.
It's been an endless waltz of confusion and shame as these days turn into weeks and the pressure only gains with the shuffle. A mere act at mockery as I stare at you with eyes with ideas you could never comprehend of even care to gather. You complain about the position you put yourself in after falling from a steep you should have never climbed. Use me as a ground to fall and walk on but just use me because the ideas you seek are never on the ground are they.....no you need me to be here to help you climb but you never look down after that. Why do I even let you have a place to stand; I can only move when you're not around. Weakness in a tone deaf to your ears, so say good bye to a future that never could exisr


Don't ask why I posted this here, It's too late to take reason in to account.