Welcome to the linear chaos of Pain 74

I’ve repeatedly escaped discomfort through acts of avoidance to satisfy my pompous ideologies that they would eventually turn into works of art. It defies the very nature of common sense and the fears within that obscure.

It has always been possible to reject the fallacy of delusional conformity for the sake of survival. The end game should not be seeding power to the wants, needs, and desires to satisfy fragile egos for the sole purpose of being accepted amongst the tribes. True desires should never be revealed or spoken of to those who do not reciprocate loyalty as this can invoke the dark arts of deception. The trap is the potential to let shame and regret consume the soul and once devoured it lives there in eternal damnation. The metaphorical masks worn can be removed through resilience, perseverance, strength, and determination. These values are not easily discernable which make them difficult to prey on. Our fears and vulnerabilities are often coerced and manipulated for the purpose of fortifying complicit servitude and collectivism.

I’ve often pondered why choosing the paths to lease resistance led to a shroud of regret and the need for safety in the chambers of isolation. The betrayals were attempts to validate delusional uncertainties through endless loops of inaction believing the narrative would eventually change because the lies of procrastination and hesitation are often cruel and unforgiving. Clarity and purpose can ignite the engines of virtues, self-worth, inner-strength, and values you never thought burned within. They live in all of us and remain in a state of suspended animation through the serenity of patience.

The narrative is never fully changed until the silence turns the darkness into light and by that cohesive rhetoric, the future can't be denied once it's forged therein through action and perseverance. Waiting for motivation to ignite inspiration is walking a dangerous path towards the romanticism of our own delusional fantasies. Our individualistic reality gets printed when we face its adversities, nothing more. It won’t look like how it was imagined but accepting what it becomes will bring a sense of peaceful justice. The storms remain constant, never circle around them, run into them like the buffalo. Upon reaching the other side the stillness slowly returns and we realize it was always easier than we thought, it can be difficult to accept. Do not be damned by letting that temporary anger blind because the brutal truth is that we've all been lied to.

Therefore, the collective body of work presented here tells a story within the chapters of consistent self-deprecation through the expression of emotional energy and ideology. It has always been possible to relinquish imposed hypocrisies as the words written within some of these songs were who I was impersonating, a mirror of one's true self. I may have faltered for a while through my own self-manufactured suffering and the constant attempts to assassinate my true desires. The intent here is not to change the meaning of the words I once thought defined my identify but rather accept that they were my guide. It's different now and new chapters await. 

"Truth never perishes."
– Seneca the Younger