consistency

JB

I an living i

n a little sirkle o

f hell made just for me. There is no r

hyme or reason to

anything.

As soon as yu figoore

out the rules 

 they change

and suddenly everything is

different

with the bal

ence ov chaos 

constantly battli

ng for space in your head

and you should never get comfortable because as soon as you do 

the rules change

and nothin

g stays the same

 

there's no consistency

theres know consipcency

 

fllip

flop

flip

flop

flop

no

because there's a pattern in that

there's coomfort

knowledge

 

there is known and

unknown

and the unknow

n is the key 

so please stop

stairing

at me

my face is too consistent

Things change

the things that change grow

shrink

or maybe even grow

but you

prey to

your god that 

he know's what he's doing

 

Beca use he seams

to hate my consistency

and since it's his fault

He should have two live

in this state

of absolute

disorder

  • Author: JB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2019 22:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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