Mynon

In the eye

I can’t carry on with an actual story. I enjoy changing tracks midway, how would I possibly ever stick to it? Like a pinball it’s here and then there again. Forever repeating reoccurring patterns of misery, do I enjoy it?

Yeah, it just may be that I do.

Though shall I ever admit it, to myself? Time tells, this time not so much. I guess I turn to you then, old friend. Last I checked you were not a friend, but more a tool, really. Maybe it’s near time for the switch.

I hear at times, praise for that which I know I will go nowhere with and seek nothing of. Maybe it’s the lack of sense that people find so fascinating of me, while others hold the dismay.

Something is releasing a sense of gratitude, if I don’t watch it; I may just hold myself too comfortably.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lexi Villanueva]

Wow i love this i love "while others hold dismay" It speaks and i love
this i would give a rating of over a hundred if i could i find this lovely
and beautiful!