how often my logic is personally digested only to be skewed as something sinister.

i don’t understand personal value in matters that are easily solved with pragmatism. 

why wouldn’t i say what i know, what i’ve spent much time pondering, learning, and what makes sense to me?  

i always present my information like a child - excited; full of anticipation. the tangible climax of countless hours of self-exhaustive thought. only to be vanquished in the blink of an eye - the sneer of a lip; the outcry of insensitivity.

moving on to another personal story. it’s probably for the best. 

how impersonal the personal is for me.

i’ll be quiet.

i didn’t mean to hurt.

retreat to the warm pillows of my mind.