Is this too common, is this expected of me, to pour out into open fills? But I'm already open, and pray my sincerity isn't lost on you. Here I'll take a shot: I'm still confused when the transcript's right in front of me playing out like a thousand broken records. An off thought, is this where I feel safe, do I like being sad cuz it's easy? I'll remind myself it's getting better *forming atlas.* a cliche, walking around pretending there's nobility in this. Stuck up and ungrateful, narcissistic to say the least, but my eyes are still in the right place. I'm taking steps towards asserting myself. "You're still trying to make sense of it all again?" I'm a mortal, I'm an animal, I've known this for months now and I have grown. Wearing costumes, we're all meaning less....well aware of the finish line at the end, (observing from the outside) I've resolved not to get caught up in dead end paths paved by vacant minds, I'll write my own slow death.