seldom as it seems...
you actually believe your opinion matters? where did you buy your autonomy over presume? perhaps instead of shopping for the matter of fact, you should have redirected your obsession to the more valuable benefit of the doubt. it may have cost slightly more. but at the end of the day, so much less accommodating to feelings of regret.
for what it's worth.
absolutely subjective.
opinions vary in regards to value.
and basically,
at the end of the day,
what does it matter?
rest assured -
the challenge is not contained within my understanding of your perception -
but more appropriately stated -
in your reaction to my indifference to your presume!
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i stopped by to paint my mood, but rain set in and the colors ran muted to grey...
i stopped by to drop off my baggage of frustration - realized the gates to acceptance were closed - access denied...
i stopped by - (third time's the charm) - to trade in my chaos, for calm - to no avail - (three strikes, you're out!)...
almost as seldom as never - generosity chosen instead of obtain. in this world so full of people, unimaginable - thoughts of feeling alone. and yet, in place of shells with stories to tell, we end up less than polished stones -
on this shore of life,
unnecessary -
uncollected -
simply - rocks.
perception of presume
for what it's worth.
absolutely subjective.
opinions vary in regards to value.
and basically,
at the end of the day,
what does it matter?
rest assured -
the challenge is not contained within my understanding of your perception -
but more appropriately stated -
in your reaction to my indifference to your presume!
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Saturday, July 1, 2017
simply rocks..
i stopped by to paint my mood, but rain set in and the colors ran muted to grey...
i stopped by to drop off my baggage of frustration - realized the gates to acceptance were closed - access denied...
i stopped by - (third time's the charm) - to trade in my chaos, for calm - to no avail - (three strikes, you're out!)...
almost as seldom as never - generosity chosen instead of obtain. in this world so full of people, unimaginable - thoughts of feeling alone. and yet, in place of shells with stories to tell, we end up less than polished stones -
on this shore of life,
unnecessary -
uncollected -
simply - rocks.