Confused by a (.)
I find the oddest forms of uncertainty in the weirdest places. I still have a moment where messages are left as punctuation. Never clear if that was for me or a full mistake in any direction.
I just have to assume the latter. For surely I have disgusted all means of naturalness inside of minds. I have so far dropped in scales that I don't even really note that a message is meant for me anymore. Only that words are odd and punctuation is only thing that can be there.
Clearly understanding that a conversation was never intended nor was the accidental "." because I have lost so much and I assume that this was one as well.
So pardon the question mark if a noted period was a mistake in my view. My lines are always mixed up with others and I fully understand that fingers type things meant for others.
In due of assumption on my part if I am mistaken then words are allowed. I won't stop a line or two. Nor will I act on any words either. I just take my walks, dance to my music and write my words here. If it were for me, welcome I do.
Yet I am not clear on anything except I was expecting a reading today and yet nothing fell to paper. Just my echoing words of pain and tolerance. I can't expect anyone to understand me when I am quiet. Nor can I expect those who project clear misunderstanding of me, to give way to loving me either. I just don't have the belief that it is possible.
And still I yell at the top of my lungs. Yet only heard are whispers and stares. I stay quiet. Small parts of me just shake my head. So much of me is gone from three weeks ago. I don't know who that person was anymore.
So much change. Yet I allow so many words to be in my line of sight. And still I am curious if I mistakenly took in something that wasn't for me.
I will never know. So just disregard any question marks unless the punctuation of a statement was meant for me.
Who knows.
I just have to assume the latter. For surely I have disgusted all means of naturalness inside of minds. I have so far dropped in scales that I don't even really note that a message is meant for me anymore. Only that words are odd and punctuation is only thing that can be there.
Clearly understanding that a conversation was never intended nor was the accidental "." because I have lost so much and I assume that this was one as well.
So pardon the question mark if a noted period was a mistake in my view. My lines are always mixed up with others and I fully understand that fingers type things meant for others.
In due of assumption on my part if I am mistaken then words are allowed. I won't stop a line or two. Nor will I act on any words either. I just take my walks, dance to my music and write my words here. If it were for me, welcome I do.
Yet I am not clear on anything except I was expecting a reading today and yet nothing fell to paper. Just my echoing words of pain and tolerance. I can't expect anyone to understand me when I am quiet. Nor can I expect those who project clear misunderstanding of me, to give way to loving me either. I just don't have the belief that it is possible.
And still I yell at the top of my lungs. Yet only heard are whispers and stares. I stay quiet. Small parts of me just shake my head. So much of me is gone from three weeks ago. I don't know who that person was anymore.
So much change. Yet I allow so many words to be in my line of sight. And still I am curious if I mistakenly took in something that wasn't for me.
I will never know. So just disregard any question marks unless the punctuation of a statement was meant for me.
Who knows.
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