Standing on que

what part do i play
in this drama?
not quite lead,
but lacking strength
to provide support.
so where do i stand?
watching others move
with an unconscious certainty
i stand, awaiting my que
with a signal unknown.
reacting is not a response
to progression.

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Transitory thank you

No, this isn’t personalized, but regard the following sentiments as heartfelt, although never publicly affirmed. Surprise at your passing like or indifferent follow, I shy away from such actions as my virtual peers. This shyness is a euphemism for fear, one based in deadlock reason. Logic permits my fears, regardless how irrational. Take it as, “being irrationally logical.” So for all people to don me attention, I’m appreciative your your action and apologize to you for not returning continuation. I think myself fear, and there it is. The foundation has remained, supporting an adapting aesthetic geared in perpetuation of something misunderstood. We all see dots, it’s in how we connect them that constellations are made. Thanks again for your time. There’s only so much validation one can receive from conceptually stagnate family. It takes an idiot to call an idiot. I call idiot on myself.

Fencing thoughts for balance

i doubt my will,
or maybe that’s my nature?
to be uncertain seems natural.
i believe in doubt and
yet i doubt to fully believe.
i sit upon the fence of indifference,
only to sometimes step upon the grasses
that tickle my toes justly.
it’s hard to chose,
when each reason supports
and cancels each other out.
i agree with both the positive and negative.
i think this, but then i think that.
my thoughts are constructively counter-productive.
i break even, yet i’m unbalanced.