Imperfection, disappointment, dissatisfaction, reflection, delusion, depression, expectation, and many more. All of these thought processes are in abundance within the mind. We as people cannot do anything but take it and learn from it.
Imperfection is the way I'm winging this shit without giving a fuck in the world about what anything looks like, the message isn't always going to come in sparkling gold and straight lines, but it's gone get got.
Disappointment only comes after expectations aren't met, followed by feelings of sadness or in some instances, depression , so you can see how all of these ideas coincide together.
This is ironic because as humans our ideas ID us. We do in our own skin what we feel is right no matter what another fellow human may think. Others could tell one what to do, offer advice, but it's up to thee to take action on what to do at the end of the day.
I'm finna backslide to imperfection real quick because really, why do we care so much about being perfect? What if I wanted to go the King James route and turn around and make some shit pop off to be ghettofessional, perfect even? See, now I'm jumping the gun cuz that's gonna be a section all in itself. As I'm laying here writing this, brain lapses are in action, but all I'm trying to say is what the fuck does a run on sentence matter if it isn't going to 100 years from now when a nigga long gone.
We are so conformed to the formats of this world that our souls are blocked from reaching their full potential as our true terrestrial nature. This is some bipolar shit, but I can call myself a writer because it's my ID and writing this is my idea. Let me stop right there before I get confused in my own drift.
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In My Head
PoetryNot a story, I just wanted to write something that I was feeling at the moment where everybody could relate to. This is going to be something special to me. Think of it as a candid human to human, feel free to vent in the comments if need be.
