I’m sorry, but I prefer not to continue this conversation; Constructs; a founding obligation. I'll say what you can't; it might be a rant. It's a part of reality; a silent chant. Thank you for your understanding. (I get it.) It's not lost on me; between the lines: I read it. It's not about me; it's what others see; true or subjective, or just a need. In the stillness, I find my peace, A place where my worries can finally cease. It’s a journey I must take alone, To discover the truth I’ve always known. Collective emergent patterns: rarely shown. To each, their own. Paradoxically; all boundaries that are hidden highlight the absurdity of absolutes written. A moment to breathe, to let my mind be freed. In the quiet, I hear my heart’s true call, Thank you for understanding, that’s all. That's all.
