Dear Journal
It's hard for me to decipher the complexity of my action
When stuck in the moment running away from the truth
That creates my present reality while still fully aware of the consequences
I sometimes imagine that ripples don't exist if the splash isn't big enough that is
Cause, greed for more contact starts a game that leads to bust down, I would never lean on
Even if my ding was a free dong
Hello
Are you there
Confuse I abuse the mental of the abused for personal use
Which makes me as bad as the abuser's intent while I'm focused on the spoils per-raid
I manage to lack empathy for their conditions
Unbothered
Looking through humans as will-less torsos
Delicate enough to crumble underneath scrutiny as heavy as Jupiter's gravity
My hands wage wars that savagely ends with finger pointing
Redirecting blame to beings
That pander to my baser instincts
Shallow
I think hollow hellos are from an empty you
Hello
Are you there
Sometimes
I'm fine with what only my eyes can reach
What's inside of you only matters when it's a part of me
What's inside of you, iiiiss only me