Together we stand, divided we fall

Most nauseated moments are not to rid my body of potential toxins or health hazards. Its when I’m tied up in thought, emotionally, when my blood runs thin, my eyes, pulse, I couldn’t stop moving unless I was ceased, internally. I converge the worrisome future. And there will never be a break. Although I, may seem to be the one they say is..Astray. But I have the realization, they don’t. The appearance of each indeed exerts the pressures. Fixedly they stare as if I was the wronged force    I forbid to ever let myself actually exist with them. I need another way out of here. I need another chance? I don’t mind them to be memories of the past. I just need this emotionally induced nausea to languish and never defeat.. What I believe, what I see. Oh it could be. I’m starved, and I’m accustomed to it. I never want to exist with them, but I am. I need my own way out of here. Imagination is shunned, and said to be vain. Living with them, my long list of diabolical mechanisms intend to keep my habits exactly as they are.

All I can do is bite my nails and daze off to some train of thought. I can’t articulate this set-up of a reality, like those of the arrogance filled buildings. They influence you, they draw you toward them, you degrading piece of nothing, I spend all my time withholding the urges, the thirst I wrestle within my throat, the glowing temptation to live as we imagine. As I imagine, but I’m sure you will admittedly cast your head upon my shoulder to assure me.. Once I take you there. You’ll see. It is a proposal, to you. 

I feel absolutely astray here, assume it to be what we imagined.

it’s not here, we are destined to be.