I impose my thoughts, referencing my mood for the days last, unto an image of a thousand emotions. The act is painful, moving my chosen for the audits sound, and braiding the reactions within the warnings of my anticipation.
Soon there is no voice, just traffic made up of fateful disappointment. To live forever as dreams die. Immortality suffers for their sentiment. I am witness to age but never the one to experience it. It is greed our fuel, never to obtain the purity of want, as we victimize ourselves for the starvation of need.
An obscene rejection forwarded, in effect, impacting the next fortune or words influencing my decisions. I am placed upon a pillar of excess. My throne in hindsight. Now I am thus, a leader in disguise wayward of moral integrity, yet qualified amongst so many others that are less than me.
In conclusion to all this, it is my nature to capitalize on my accomplishments and balance them with my shame. I find that they are equal, shame and success, regret and pride, I find that I am equal to being human while being separate for my destiny. Within the whole of the universe, I am but another candle in the wind.
