When the person that holds the narrative is simply the one desperate to avoid another existence or state of being- ontological processing of weakness, inadequacy, incompleteness of maintaining responsibility. Unknowing of what defines responsibility.

Misconstruing terms such as “arousal” for an ongoing immoral stance. Simply due to that space of never sitting and being and owning the same feeling of being exposed. To always warp a word into something deemed “adult” yet never becoming an adult, that is to cry and own failure as the only stepping stone to success. Acceptance that arousal as too much stimulation of noise, sense, not simply a sexual sensation to be a factor of an objective play of being. To feel safe to express a fear of all forms of arousal as impacts on personal experience. Without the word itself becoming part of an ongoing “bit” for the “beast of time to charm into a wasted existence”.

So how to allow another to hold the narrative of any held rhythm, that is, the push and pull of interpersonal systems that maintains a level of functionality or flow for survival within a specific terrain. From a place of fear of social expression to what is deemed socially appropriate, and oh my how that does in fact shift and change for survival.

While the insignificant comments that retract people into themselves for another to hold their narrative within an ongoing push and pull for functionality. Can in fact lead to a capitalization on that fear of how to be.

Allowing the economy to cater to the voice of the addict, over and over again.

Love in the clock, why that is to let go, dance away with a love for another’s ethics and mores shared knowing they do in fact hold them too. Only through action, re-iteration, observation. Knowing there is no perfect other, only the daemon within oneself to reflect on. Love for the aim and the ethos, knowing the yin only occurs when some of us watch something burn. As we are all bound to the different pushes and pulls, we are born from and warped back into.