I know my downfalls greater than anyone, I call them by name, and they call me by mine; something I am grateful for. Its not as simple as an object or person because if so, it wouldn't be much of a weakness for too long because both of the latter are so easy to dispose of or deal with or ignore. The blind spot comes from an ability that certain people possess. Its not supernatural or even particularly obscure its just the amount of weight and effect that it holds. It has minimal effect on some people I've seen but regardless it is a combination that hurts more when someone knows what they're doing. It's a mix of words and intentions, choices and decision. My choice is to care and to spend time... and sometimes their choice is to spend me for more than I'm worth. I know my greatest weaknesses; I call them by name, and they call me mine. Its not hard to understand but its easy not to 'get'. My downfall comes from the moment where they make their own choice... something I can't control.
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Up against the wall
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