A Perpetual Existential Bind.

Well, the word's never seemed to me to be quite so confusing and any touch of faith to grace my life in a moment i typically write off as a brief instance of sheer amusement and subsequently in intentional oblivion allow the weight of things to slide gently off my shoulder and onto the tongue and tip of whatever breeze might next gently push against my moving body ever dipped in a film of ignorance to the sounds pushing off of heaven's lips even as they approach calm and slow soft and peaceful like a mother dog anxious to love and care for her newborn pups my forehead feels their soft press yet i retract of lack of trust of paranoia of fear of abandonment of self-negligence of vanity and of pride.

This is where i feel i'd benefit from a healthy dose of naivety. to not know and to fully accept the inability to truly know to the optimistic being is but a reason to keep hope, and little more. so i sort of wish i'd been born a puppy.