I am fundamentally introverted and given to thought. I am often perceived
as very (or overly) pondering and i'm also both considerate and very
cautious. I am organized and schedule oriented, often planning
extensively. I can be highly creative in activities such as poetry, art
and mathematics - and i'm sensitive to others. Because of this
sensitivity and my thoughtfulness i can become preoccupied with the
tragedy and cruelty in the world which makes me susceptible to
depression and moodiness. Often i am a perfectionist. My desire for
perfection often results in a high degree of personal excellence but
also makes me to be highly conscientious and difficult to relate to
because others often cannot please me. I am self-reliant and
independent, preferring to do things myself in order to meet my
standards. One negative part of me is that i can get so involved in what
i am doing that i forget to think of other issues. My caution enables me
to prevent problems that the more impulsive personality runs into, but
can also cause me to procrastinate and remain in the planning stage of a
project for very long periods.
So here you are, Pleading with your nightmares, Asking for its forgiveness. You had earlier castrated your thoughts, Stripping it of it's ability To produce dreams. What is left now are figments of a dying past. That has no relevance in the trends of the present. So you sit by the wayside, Begging for knowledge On the streets of ignorance. No help came. Only words... Words that eat deep, painfully, Into your bones and marrows. Depriving you of the ability to hope for tomorrow. No way to augment for the times spent in the corners of joy and bliss. you flee to the sunset. Hoping to gain comfort through the eye of the needle. It only gets worse. Your eyes bleed with desire to feel the jaws of inspiration biting through your skin. Oh, that pleasure. Yes, that intoxicating pain to feel revived again. you just can't handle the streams of revelations blowing through your mind. Your soul awakens Your eyes blink to white. You begin to see... things. In the midst of ...
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