Psychologically labelled til I die. You’re asking what, should be asking why. Choreographed movements hide the truth, to organise the confusion behind my youth.
Stop. Just stop.
You’re making up, they’re breaking up, he’s changed his mind, she’s changed the locks.
Just in time to figure out who’s locked out... and who’s locked in.
Experience pays when you’ve been derailed, the more experienced you are - the more you’ve failed. Hypocrites! Such critics should own their limits, but life’s too short to deal with such cynics.
Once I stumbled upon Gods grave. “Here lies the average man - the apathetic slave.” Saw Jesus down the pub drinking spirits, and Joseph was a hypocritic.
