Eccentric communicator

A poetic presence that is only truely offered to my own complete
honesty,
or my own remorsed strenth, myself.
I know I'd like to have the same grasp of what that had meant, at any
same time.
To make my mind up,
but forgiving myself for not being able to either.
The power of my own promise to me.
To see what I think
and see what I remember I only feel to have happened.
Thought control ( to Quote Pink Floyd)
is yet something that only them in authority will only ever
believe.
yet you or them cannot unlock the secret opion that my mind has
established.
In an erotic surrender to your dreams you can come to realise that
through your own lonely thoughts the only person you have and ever will
trust entirely with them is you, yourself
as yourself.
an inner peace that is eternal,
A feeling of your own inner debate between thought and feeling.
an argument that nethier want to ever win.
Dream and reality.
thoughts were reality,
and your feelings only ever for you.
I dont know,
I am at peace with my friend.
My best friend,
My greatest truest friend, myself.
I have forgiven that friend, forever, I promise.
That was nothing,
thats all,
thats life.
Get ready for easy street.