trying too hard and falling victim to a loss in ex…

trying too hard and falling victim to a loss in expectation. overproduced movements and overaction. i’m a fool on this place and you’re looking upon me. lighting meaning nothing more than optical stimulus. force the soft covers of the pupils to a shut, tightly. not too tight for a tear to pass, and a prayer. burn the rags, decorations, egos. only one flint enables the pulsating red ember. it doesn’t wink and smile and keep me alive. it doesn’t hold me together. the love. purpose deadened the marionette holding it’s own strings. peaceful, abundant. severed strings, now i’m remote, you’re control.