The Idea Of Sinking

I'm not nearly as certain now-a-days of my proclaimed gifts as I might have been at one time. I am, however, more certain of my extreme ability to feel guilt for every little thing that I have very little control in. When a task so mundane as getting a ride fails, I feel like I'm being hunted, and upon capture, there's just a stake. I'm not out to sack any governments, or change any homelands, I'd just like to understand the things I see. That's where our paths part. It seems like one big practical joke and I'm the only one not laughing. Perhaps because the punch line never laughs. It's just stated. A story told to make others happier. No good joke goes without a punch line. The irony of this particular joke, is its own end. Self demise at it's humorous best. And for me to say that I'm forever in the dark thinking of thoughts that hold no light for my room would be a lie. There are times when I can hold a smile for hours on end. In fact, there is a small group, that stands in a small circle, making small talk, and in this circle stands a small person. They're huge! Instrumental in ways that are unaccountable by the human dictionary as of now. Perhaps one day it'll be amended enough to hold words powerful enough to get this small point across. But for now, it's my treasure chest head that holds the gold. Loose ships sink men. I'm tied. Next stop, ocean's bottom. I went down once, and swore never again. It's just so beautiful from the bottom. The lights aren't a landscape but rather the sky. Things are reversed, but I'm still on my feet. You always knew the obscure when I was younger. You were the craftsmen of my imagination. How dare u! My childhood nightmares may very well be forms of whatever you created. All I have now is a pursuit of happiness. Never am I promised a completion to this journey, just the forever pursuit. The cat and mouse game. Cops and robbers. I'm the robber. Lock the door because everyone is afraid of losing something. Being stripped of their independence or materials. I'm the robber, but I've committed no crimes. One would say that makes me more of a con I suppose. You let me in. I just did the rest. You let me out. That's the key. You let me out. Had you let me stay, there'd been no act of burglary. You seem to be more of the culprit than I.

The whole idea lies again in itself. More of a collection of self recollection. Don't misconstrue. Because it does no justice to take anything at face value. Dive deep. Find me. Then we'll talk.