step over

the flow i must intercept. i do. finally. today. make a note. its been months while i tried, but failed. its a whim, breaking of an imaginary future as it presents itself into a contrasting present. the other rises. i drift and fade away. trapped but, in the world

consiousness trails the acheypical response still; but control can be trained in, pushed into the fabric of thought. and i must. save myself. for its already too late.
and this; just another excuse.

i congratulate. wish. glory and self. to fuel the new monster. for it I pray.

to create life. a daft vision of success. ambition. to fuel the doubt with blind belief and ephemra. in my mind, i pull a cloak over the gaps.

i must continue but i dont wish to. say i can; but the effort pushes the insides of me. through the backdoors into the dreams.