gravitational force is pulling me down, guaranteeing i join you in no mans land.
through a series of unforeseen mishaps i find myself torn between the two.
but when asked i ultimately pledge no contest.
i thought it might have been an accident - selfishly ignoring that all things derive from intent.
why does it have to be so intense?
anxiety conquers as questions are deemed to follow.
yet the pit of all ruthlessness doesnt allow it.
plans are essentially mistakes and the logic behind them merely reflect ultimate stupidity.
pre-cautions become a neccesity.
maybe well try again next lifetime.