Oscilations Slowed Down.

I WANT TO CATCH ON FIRE.
I WANT TO CATCH ON FIRE.
I WANT TO CATCH ON FIRE.

But there is no spark.

Tumultuous leanings and speakings, one never does seem to learn from their mistakes, all parties included. Less and less yet more and more.

Giving up after all this time makes it seem like such a waste, but I know I should. I'm on the wrong ladder, I suppose. And it appears I'm not even as high up on that one as I had originally assumed. Such a disparity in perception.

Clicks and blips, twitches and creeks. I wish I could make it all. For me, for you. For anyone who would listen and especially those who won't, because they're the ones I'm really after.

Paraphrased and reorganized beyond recognition. The original content always dissipates into something different. That seems to follow me in any medium I choose.

Why you chose the one furthest away is so beyond me. At this point I don't understand why you still try. But I'm not really one to talk.

Partitioning off those things which used to be held dear. It's all so pointless anyways. So I may as well separate myself.

Emotions are wasted on those who don't want them. Better than those who don't deserve them, I suppose. Though you do that, too.

I'll never be anything more than what I am right now. Even when I am, I won't. At the core it's all the same.