SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Beer Me

At any moment I could do something impulsively stupid, compulsive. Ignorantly informed before light can find it's way over the horizon, or I go in search of it in thick wood, act. Almost immediately, regret. Then, I start to fumble for true answers that seem unavailable and my behavior has revealed the conscious side of me that can compose thought to find only remorse. But, no answers for why I behave the way I do.

So, I go live in a cave of my mind. I throttle out from time to time, but restrict my own egress toward controversial thoughts, because I can only feel warmth. I cannot use light to illuminate elusive truth, not acknowledging my lack of foresight.

This wandering, meandering life leads me back behind the threshold I daily dare surpass. The process is maddening and hard for others to understand, because subsequently, I speak obtusely and indirectly of what I really mean, perhaps, because, I don't know how to search for the truth, let alone process it's many, computer-like parts. It's not for me. And, now I know it.

Question is: will I ultimately give up, moving slower over this worn terrain of my mind liquifying like butter? Better rest. Beer me.

"Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋"