Part 1: Isolation

Isolating myself to myself. Questioning where we stand, where were going, what were doing. Taking it step by step, inhale...pause...and then release in tranquil absence. Relieve the inner pain, don't focus on irrelevant consequence. Don't seclude yourself to a subtle destruction. Your inner desires and fears slowly feeding upon you. Insides to out, my vitals to my conscious mind, blood works to nervous system. To only end, with myself contemplating myself. My own motives put on trial. And here I stand, realizing that all my life I've questioned myself, my own morals. "Was this, how it's to be? Standing in a room darkened by the light, fragile are the stone wall. Standing with no desire to escape. No regret for secluding myself. Wish I wasn't so contradicting"..so I say to myself. "Fie you for questioning your own morals." "But I stand here secluded, so my morals got me no where." "Your point is not valid, for you yourself control the way you express your morals and thoughts." I can't argue, it's true however in my defense I propose that when I get overwhelmed, I lose control of thoughts, tend to not think so straight, so does that prove me to be wrong? Standing on the edge and realizing my idiotic action, she counters my feelings with complete disregard. A carelessness masked over her eyes, while the lips speak of pain and dismay. Whose to justify this incident? Where absence creates conscious desecration. No one, the idea to fall underneath a barrage of idleness, so stagnant pulses rise and slowing lungs die away, is terrifying. Rest my palms upon my face and question who stands amongst me. Do you realize my problem? Of course an emotional bond between myself and I, and I and myself...though contradicting in all aspects, solidifies in a slight way, a small idea on most ideas...creating the concept of absolute possibilities, and infinite probabilities.