Tarsh Einfallsreich’s blog

While walking the narrow road of false impression, I am presented with clichéd cross roads to elect life’s direction. Abstract distraction, temptingly articulated for purposes yet unfolded for conception. Solaced, uncontrollable desires bound furtively through avoiding verbal interpretation. Antiquated, depictions of self destruction, failed imagery addictively contrived then made permanent. Grey matter deprived of motivational inspirations required for purpose within contentment. Cherished childhood dreams, forgotten due to slothfulness, sacrificed never to be realized. Anticipated responses, programmed for romanticizing mundane interactions for superficial personal satisfaction. Relenting intuitive desires with shielded emotions leaving my protected inner sanctum forever desolated. Conceptualized loneliness, hidden behind a socially acceptable appearance of Ignorance, intentionally utilized as not to be affected or care. Unsaid words roam soullessly lost as unanswered ghosts of the past haunt the inner recesses roaming for closure. Lungs ripped raw withholding the screams attempting to claw their way to exposure. Enamel grinding away nervousness, Shattering teeth while fingers twitch to the tune of itching skin. Sentimental wreck etched around a weathered heart, hungry for self-acceptance. Life’s journey of self exploration may be antiquated now but in time it will become attractive again. My thoughts will outlast my self-destruction.