13 October 2012
Contradiction wails out of my lips. Because I know it's what staggers me.
The days are filled with it; Every second of every day's hours. And today I will it to end.
Contradiction gives reason to believe I am here, after all. But it, in turn makes a mockery out of me.
The thoughts are plagued with it; Derogatory but complimentary, I should but I shouldn't. How can I begin to start?
Contradiction is then, what makes me. A very depressing thought indeed, but perhaps there is more to me?
I slouch back from my startled pose. I wish for the days to go. I never wanted to be here anyway.
Contradictory Lips • Opuss № I