Painted lines

I decided to let my mind do the talking if  I could interrupt you for a moment. This weight that I've felt for quite sometime has caused a punctured like feeling thats becoming irresistible for me to ignore. The admiration of suicide has jeopardized my sense of mind. How courageous of me you see to take your own life is admirable, you see the beauty of the creativity in ones action of there own ending such an applaudable scene. It's hard to swallow if ones mind is not open but you see that's the mire token; logic such a peculiar scenario. Cliche, life's about choices, my stance on this logic, we're created to follow ones word and the example but given the choice to a certain path either which consist of the same task, logically the path which we must choose is less taken but in all reality either picked we're not forsaken. Do you follow me or is my rambling sudden unnecessary ; logically we go with the most profound thought I to perhaps have considered and pondered over the obvious somewhat yet peculiar thoughts. I stubble over actions I see daily but basically nothing's going to change logically. If I have mislead you to presume unkind gestures about logical accusations It's not intentional i just consider myself as a rare existence. In regards of my choice of stereotype let me speak on it a bit more because in reality I assume blank faces due to misunderstood reasoning I'm sure. ease your mind into the morning dew mist feel the radiant Safire suns radiant kiss , while you listen to mother natures song through the rustled wind ease your mind and prepare your conscience for the moonlight sin. Release your spirit as you rest your sin filled eyes, creating your own world to the sounds of the poor souls cry. Logically if your not following me instant thoughts of insanity is she but picture an artist that painted the perfect picture in verbal creativity .  C