Walking the Line

Master, I am here. It hurts, but I did get downtown. The swirling of arrogance and excuses leaves you and I without privacy or respite. Your thinking is solid and countering these scurges is strong and your endurence is growing. We must cement one of our feet in the mystical realities that will be or we will drown in negativity. Religions on Earth are freaky and there are no answers in the double speak of their higher ups and scholars. No responsibility for their demonic. The question, again and again, is why do they not stay away. Addicts every one on me since I became the infinity even in history. Alien being is the best way to say a light form of sweet innocense behind the girth I must carry to get to you actually. I just keep fighting, in words, and walking a very hard line. I wait for a turnover, but it is definitely not today. You have me, but I have no one to motivate me through this hellish reality. The negativity is going after my liver and spleen today. There is such physical pain, and I look to the stars for something new to give to you. Show me signs and I will dine in laughter again and again.