Mystified

 Clarity was the question. But mystic was the simpler term. If i choose to walk in a straight line, the line of movement will be determined by the angle of my view.

In the decency of proper morals it was condescending to ignore those older even by just mere few months.

So why was i terrified then mystified. It was eccentric, another incognitive journey to pass the time. Another mystery that left me mystified before figuring out the source of the intrigue.

Like a plant that bears fruit, but was never planted. Ideas flowed but the stream was dry.

Confusion! Left was up, right was run. Sing was sleep and to fight was to eat.

Errors in a manner of diagnosed madness that spoke more of a disorder in need of help.

I reached out, stretched out. In the climax, the rise of the madness. But i was in place, positioned to solve the problem. Or so i believed. 

I Would have hit snooze, but swiped left to wake to the the comfort of sense in reality.

Away from the Night mare. 

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