The Great Stink of Existence

The Great Stink of Existence Defense mechanisms eroding. Body weakening under the abuse. Character flaws on course for collision. Suppressed emotions bubbling to the surface. Leaning over the edge at an unsustainable angle. Plague coming in impossible disguises. Running from all that is ugly. This grinning sin. This burning skin. Trying to break free from forced molds of cowardice. Restoring a system of ideals that were used in childhood to recognize impending dangers to pure states of indulgence. The unlimited potential for misunderstanding. Feel the lie. Suffering in the wrong perspective. Trying to find the balance. I had thought of all these perfect things to say but they don’t make sense anymore.