time flexes it's muscle and i find myself two weeks behind where i should be left to my own devices. the glitch lays with me, as things slide away through my grasp. i always prescribed the idea the more you cling the more pain, so i let go off all things, including my own attachment to my thoughts. 
it's often seen as an impossible standard i have set myself, which is why i disappoint everyone but i have no desire to hold onto anything until i discover what is real.
i know some truths, mostly i know lies and deceptions. i know people want me to fail, i know human nature. it's not good, because it's built upon lies and deception, but occasionally glimmers of beauty shine through.