It is how we can’t be consistent just as how the world can’t. There are so many inconsistencies— from lying to hiding; from discreetly divulging to spontaneous silence.
Like any human being, I can’t be consistent. I merely struggle to find words when they are demanded from me. To be honest or not. To lie or to not.
Like you, I have inconsistencies, but what I can put to words are far more than better than your poorly used up remarks.
You are a galaxy away from being in the normal level of inconsistency for human beings. What separates my inconsistency from yours is how widely you are abusing your right to be human. Because we are human after all…. No. We choose to let it happen or to let ourselves be inconsistent. It’s a problem nobody is willing to resolve.
Like any other people who suffered because of your wide variety of inconsistencies… I find peace in your absence.
In your insecurities you find peace without essence.
There was something wrong with how you used up words until you were empty to consume someone’s entirety.
It was how you swiftly cleaned up your back room full of dirty lies and magically turned them into butterflies.
Lies that flutter in and out of my stomach; I knew something was amiss.
Nobody knew you better than yourself and all I had to do was see it at show; backstage where nobody looked.
You begged to disagree on how you treat the people you loved just the way you coined some struggling lonely poet.
I knew I had to do a quick remedy to my misdemeanor.
I had to untwine my fingers that were loosely locked from yours; before I forget that everything you build in lies can crumble cohesively at will.
I fixed the mess before it begun; I unfolded the words as if I was a stranger to you.
To undo it with words without knowing what I undid before you can even say ‘I quit’.
In your mind you knew that my uncertainties were beyond comprehensible…
Just as you weren’t sure of what is what and who is who.
And so we can only say that definitely, there was…
I have been incognito. Been really busy with these babies!!! And some other stuff too!
These babies are just amazeballs
Words of my wisdom… Scattered brain. Xoxo
Bronx outfit and Zark’s burger sports bar :)