It nothing new to the losers who feel it genuinely unique to their losses am going insane inside of my head finding adjusting and composing my self to the rush I choose felt the wild push of demand, wanting some from non needed to get something right outside of my head while in pursuit for more of it inside of me, agreed unforeseen wouldn't be accidental I wonder when the time and chance would be set for my goal. 

Sometimes I wonder the essence of living if it worth striving for making way for idle thought about struggle I need to get things done right now swollen eyes for hope survival is seen a norm for some and a game we all play.
was out in the woods again my slime chipped without interrupting added some fantasies in bits of positivity taking notes of all recalling most of my intentions;

 wanted most of this you wanted more to it I sometimes ask for more time, had one misused some needed real composure adjusting to myself in search of measures for pleasure was out late at night looking for the perfect reflect to ease pressure bringing satisfaction to her senses would glance twice into the dark open areas to see if she's was the hype as claimed I wouldn't say its my thing but nature craven force, stayed up till the morning felt awestruck chasing this realizing a lot of difference or change I needed that too needed some love from a female mate.

Deep thoughts about this made me wonder if this anxious feeling would change or this feeling ever finds a way to seize it brought pleasure beneath fears and hope for an effective figure to be created composed from dust and heat created by dancing figures.