It disrupts my essence today - a precursor to inevitable future regret. Riven by guilt and haunted by fear I stay...impossible to escape this cesspool of depravity. My addled state delays the inevitable pain that is mine to bear. I run. I aspire to aid my convalescence by an ephemeral balm of sensory amnesia. It is hopeless.
The sins of the present will be paid with interest in the future.
The procrastinated pursuit of predestined purpose will prove to be mere pusillanimity.
Normative logic and a sense of severe urgency scream at me senseless attempting to overturn the tide of desperation building in me. It is useless. It is pointless. I walk down the damned and dreaded avenue towards refuge.
I shall reason on the morrow.
Knowing I reasoned every morning before the one that is to come.
The sins of the present will be paid with interest in the future.
The procrastinated pursuit of predestined purpose will prove to be mere pusillanimity.
Normative logic and a sense of severe urgency scream at me senseless attempting to overturn the tide of desperation building in me. It is useless. It is pointless. I walk down the damned and dreaded avenue towards refuge.
I shall reason on the morrow.
Knowing I reasoned every morning before the one that is to come.
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