Was it the laconic conversation that left me weightless? The renditions of what I think it is, failed to conceal everything. I thought I was living it perfectly. This surreal world and the barren thoughts have caused me the perdition of everyone else’s action. Trepidation caused it, caused me, to change. Though I tried to stop it, the noise that I am hearing forced me to walk along side with the gruesome thoughts of a gathering storm. Was it the cynical mind that caused this paranoia inside me to awaken? Things are not as clear as they were before, but I think I might survive this without working my ass off that hard. There is nothing to prove anymore, I stand, trying to see and perceive every opportunity there is to be able to make it out alive. What else are there to see? What else are there to show? I might loss it but I know that I never stepped out the line. There are things that are way beyond what others can understand here. Maybe that’s the answer? They just don’t understand everything. The continuous momentum of everyone may leave others in confusion and the only way to be able to get out of it is to try to run faster. It may add more undermining thoughts to others but once they are left behind, what else can they do but, also, to run faster. People are there to shoot you when you least expect it. And there is nothing you can do about it but to watch your back more often than before. Being strong doesn’t have to be seen by everyone, as long as you know you are you’ll survive this chaos.