One is those whom which I compare myself to.
The other is the fact that I’m comparing myself to others at all.
give me something to read into
let me place myself into hypothetical situations
let me imagine i’ve made a lasting impression.
I’d embrace the impact
Strapped, careening forward.
And all the pangs and dents it came with,
if I even made it.
That is if it meant that we’d be the ones picking up the pieces, together.
He is a mentor in the past, present, and/or future all while breaking physics, but keeping the space-time continuum in order.
So am I feigning eloquence? The inverse is just as plausible a theory. I suppose it depends on my surroundings. While the non-organic certainly may have one, the capacity to judge and interpret my vernacular seems to have more of an effect on which adjustments I do or do not make.
My perceptions of how others perceive me cause just as many adjustments as the clear and explicit feedback I receive, if not more.
I am vain, I want to be liked, I want to be memorable.
I feel I am not sometimes. Others, the opposite.
Knowing oneself is a never-ending journey of reflexivity, does that make it pointless or all the more important to try?
Whether my fears are fraudulent or confirmed, they’re there. And I can’t drown my own voice out, I’ve not yet found how. Consciousness is a trap, but when it escapes we simply and literally have lost time. We’ve at least lost the experience of time; if we’re not experiencing something we once were, has it not been taken (whether by our own volition or not)?
Vultures, I’ll tell ya.
They’re fucking great.
When you meant to waive
the waste they’ve preyed, anyway.