Fall

As I fall and lay upon the ground within a mound of my own past regrets, I tried to order these words to you legible. I wish not to be emotional. I wish to be motivational.

You feel that this is unbelievable? Unreasonable? Or perhaps that I am being deceivable? Simply because my minds eye is not placed in the same central point of what your mental design a may be? Well the building blocks that make you, do not make me. We have lived in two different realities, but that does not mean that we cannot come together and defeat and beat down any misbelief that our futures could entangle into absolute beauty. My actions to you are not mutiny, and I am not trying to deceive, I wish you would believe that I do not manipulate. Must this Irate mentality be our fate as we spiral into negativity as if we are unable to communicate? 

Is this continuance just a stall, for after all once I fall, would you be there to catch me?

I put my reality on your table, and although at times I may seem unstable, I am a Brickhouse. Earthquakes can shake as hard as my mistakes, but neither will break my foundation. Its this frustration that puts my focus into relation that this alienation separation of my two selves,  as divided a wall with in my being, I was previously unaware existed. I was not restricted, I have resisted such knowledge, for as I look through the window, I begin to see things that not only defy me, they frustrated and humiliate me. They do not define me, they are small cracks within my overall structure that has made me strong. But if you Chipaway at the cracks it won't be long before you hear the call and sound of crashing as my structure begins to fall.