Weakness is a quality in which I

adore and detest-

My need for finality-

of all the discourse in occurence in my life.

The frustration of such an event;

The trapped feeling of being stuck in it:

makes my emotions

Run High,

Run Fast,

Run from all Reason,

The only way to release it’s hold,

Is using it as fuel.

Powering my frantic sanity,

Bringing something from nothing,

Like such words, apparitions of language arising in your mind,

Spinning ideas,

Spinning emotions,

Spinning thoughts on your weakness.