numbers numbers numbers.




for you
i'm not sure that i'll ever be certain.
just give me a second to catch up,
alright.
now get to the very back of my mind,
thanks.

for me
breathe.

for them
i need to come to terms with my answer before i will ever succumb to (pitiful) schemes, threats, bribes, and whatever else your minds come up with in order to figure out my answer.
oh god..



this is how it's supposed to be.



i've been meaning to post this for awhile.
no, that's not true.
i've been debating whether i'm ok with posting this for awhile:

[this is one of those hanging in the balance moments, or extended periods of time, rather
when i'm neither here nor there
but rather at this inbetween stage of uncertainty on all accounts
where it's impossible to call the shots and where indecisiveness rules above all else.
such a habitat is, unfortunately, the classic breeding ground for despair, longing, desperation, fantasy, and spans out to include rash action.
for the longest time it included everything up to rash thought, not rational thought, which is highly unfortunate,
hence the seemingly unavoidable timer in my head for something i will later (or immediately) regret being destined to ring,
and always at a most unconvenient time.

so here's to being that kid in the cartoon who finds himself as the only exception in a room full of people when time stops for a split second.
the one who takes the opportunity to make a fool out of someone else when all return back to the former state of reality that said victim was never even aware that they were away from.
it is at this point that a bewildered person then questions how something (most likely significant, and yet greatly apparent to the audience) was meddled with unbeknownst to them.
hello, i am said meddler.
here's to when the second hand starts it's familiar ticking again.]




see, i kept my promise.