Maybelle Victor

Even the hardest metal would look like clay if I let go and release this amount of energy I’ve been holding back.

I have to be able to breathe but then that means harming a lot of people so here I am attempting to freefall.  In doing so, I do not need to worry about all the others that are falling before me, I won’t have to care, even about dying and feeling.  Indifference is a friend.  What is stupidity anyway?  Who can claim victory over stupidity?  Who has the right to call someone stupid?  Why are people acting idiotic morons who cannot think and act like human beings?  Why are human beings so akeen in making them appear no short of animals acting upon instincts?  What would set them apart from it?  Where is the bottom of this long fall?  I cannot see.  I am dazed.

But please let me fall fast, only then can I achieve sleep and rest this atomic mind from all the scrutinizing and antagonizing perfection that I will never have.  Let me breathe.

The first thing that comes to my mind with this word is the question – is it an act of cowardice or an acceptance of defeat?

Then I ponder further, is it a matter of a thought or a matter of instinct? Is it to convey principle or is it to survive?

What is it really, that it plagues me even in my dreams and continues to re-surface every so often?