Not much of a seeker but I'm exceptional at hiding
beneath the sheets
between the perfectly aligned cookie cutter knives
used to paralyze impulses and violence.
The outline of conclusion is wavering.
I severely try to break the secrecy.
Hesitant, indistinct, undecided, vague,
I secretly try to fake the scenery.
As i hide beneath sight
my conscience gets the best of me.
Questioning the qualities of ubiquitous experience,
sensibility and shapes elude from naturalistic states
underestimating the weakness of indecisiveness.