Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

Step XXXIII
Exhaustion

It is a pretty common state or feeling. Drained, expired, etc.
I try to remain cordial in my dealings with those around me, but I can't, in good faith, keep slamming my head against the proverbial wall.

I really don't give a fuck that you don't like me. I can sleep at night(kind of) because I like me.

Every time you spout off your meaningless bullshit, I would take it to the heart.

Well fuck you. You are a shitty friend and I'm over it.

I look at the world, and I know it sits turning.

Step XXXII
Ambivelence

The angels with open hands and closing eyes,
they tell me far too often that I won't die.
The scion breaks away.
The father remains the same.
They burned away his dreams right when
they answered all my questions.

When I dream
I won't remember anything.
When I finally lay my head down to sleep
I'll refuse everything behind and ahead of me.
Who am I to say whats worth remembering.

Modest, far, and out of touch.

Step XXXI
Breathing

I breathe easy most days, regardless of what I am confronting. Though I don't sleep much, I rest peacefully knowing that nothing is permanent. Some times, the seemingly ethereal quality of time being spent can cast a shadow across what is to come, but I find that I mostly feel otherwise.

Every time the day breaks, it leaves the misspent hours in the dust. It is only accepting of new ventures and uncertain dreams.

If you find a shadow cast in front of you, try walking towards the sunrise.

No longer will we wait for you answers.

Step XXX
Eventuality

You can't run from who you were, just like you will never catch up to who you will be.

I've been walking one way to get back to her.

Step XXIX
Contrast

I feel like my soapbox has been abandoned. Re-initiating shortly.

One for every soul still sitting on the fence between pain and arrogance

Step XXVIII
Nothing


What is there to say that hasn't been said countless times before?

The eternal expectations that pour from the void between thoughts and words could easily drown you and pull you under.
The only thing that could keep you afloat is love. For yourself, for anyone or everyone.
It is sickeningly easy to be jaded and bitter.
When your best intentions fall short, make sure you have someone to pick you up.
And make sure that, when someone needs a lift from you, you are there to lend a hand.

You can't ever care too much.

Step XXVII
Choleric

Sometimes I feel like my veins are on the verge of exploded with such violence that they could shatter any scapegoats presented.

Just like sunny days that we igore because...

Step XXVI
Nostalgia


My memories are a jumbled mess. I can't ever make any sense of my past. I simultaneously exist in where I am and where I've been. Its almost like a state of transcendence. Time gets thin and stretches out past the boundaries I can perceive. So much of who you were determines who you are. Its easy to get caught up in what you are trying to be. No one can escape who they are though.

Everyone Is Watching So Keep Your Composure.

Step XXV
Perception

The image that one projects is very important to some. Others that I know seem casually unconcerned, or blissfully ignorant, of how people view them. I know, beauty is only skin deep. Not just the physicality of it. The impression you leave people with. I'm very concerned with what others think of me, and I think I am only damaging myself by placing so much value in what others think of me. Obviously, you shouldn't disregard the opinions of people who you respect and know care about you.
I just wonder how liberating is to feel that way.
It seems rather uplifting, knowing no one can bring you down.
Ah. A pun.
I don't think I can let go that easily, but I'm certainly going to try to calm down.

...because there is beauty in the breakdown.

Step XXIV
Aspirations

My cage may be small, but you can be assured that my dreams are not.
One day they will lift me up beyond the clouds,
and I will forget what it means to be human.