In retrospect…

I suppose the hate isn’t all so bad when the adjoining love is authentic…

The despair is merely an aftermath… A combustion of emotion without an appropriate outlet…

It just mutates into whatever symbioce that’s fulfills its needs..

I’m left to not only take on the sins of my father.. But cursed to take on the sins of another…

Cold only feels good when it’s all you know… It’s the comfort within the normalcy that I’ve grown attached to…

To be so near another but far away is torture indeed…

I’d rather be isolated in hell than made to believe a false hope in purgatory…

We fear solitude… Mainly because we fear our thoughts… We fear the truth of ourselves…

But I stare in the mirror every day…

I see the light… I acknowledge the darkness… And serve em both their just due…

I constantly seek to reconcile the tension..

A cognitive dissonance not only between myself… But between the love and bond I share with another…

Through a third scope… I seek to become one with her… But schism is far too great…

The dissonance is daunting…

An iron sheik… With an iron will..With an iron curtain… Dividing too spirits seeking to be one soul…