No Pining

Emotional Combustion

Paranoid song sang at the lake,
Communication is off putting, people avoiding,
Mood is what it is, when people look at you in awe,
 and when you look other people in awe,
Does not compete to when you avoid looking at
        Eyes revelries of existence.
Projection or introjection…

“What makes you suffer?”
The inability to live the life that I won’t.
Endorphins insisting that your smell might be 
  the best one, most rancid,
Construction is hijacked, dilution is religion.

Flow of connections, opportunities to radiate through looking
    glasses of realization’s dreadful thread.
By noticing towards notification,
                                 Interpolation mystified in rejection.

Corridors and alleys and double curved staircases.