This piece pulls out a wickedly arbitrary trait of mine: distrust. It’s an attitude I began cultivating in my teenage years. Before spreading this negativity to my view of others, I used it on myself to dismantle my belief in integrity. Today, however, I’m at least able to identify and challenge its infectious perceptions. Thank you for being my witness. Your presence is greatly appreciated.
some- , . , -times , . , i look in a mirror , and , what i see’s , not , what i hear , . , repping those ,
skeletal , eyes , . , miniature , ears , . , fore- , -head , wide , less , smile , more , leer , . ,
com- , . , -bine , . , dys- , -morphia , with a fear , that i’m dying when i’m really in the clear , . ,
sun- , . , dial’s , . , hinting at a clue , of an attitude , that i secretly , re- , -vere , . ,
here , see my paranoia flying from its nest , . , cheers , because usually it’s something i cannot , ex- ,
-press , . , everybody’s got a locked , safe , with agen- , -das , not in my , best in- , -terest , . ,
, . classify , tiers , medical , method to , diagnose , stress , . , bi- , -polar two , maybe
one , i forget , . , but the hypochondriac , that i feed , stats , it’s , bound to interfere , right ,
when i’m geared , toward , su- , -ccess
– D K T
