Knowing too much

The most deflating conversation is the one where you know too much and are aware of how things will go, and they end up going in exactly that way.

The rare occasion where the prediction algorithm gets it right and you wish it hadn’t. All in such a way that you can’t resist asking, but why?

Such is the struggle that makes it not worth the effort, mixed with feelings of being trapped by a reality all too known.

Asking for the unknown to appear as a surprise to guide your hand away from this demise. As if the uncertainty is a need — one you can’t measure but desperately place as a feather of creed.

Placed on a balance of a world imbalanced and skewed in its rare scale, being nothing but a cry from afar. The silence comes, and in its heart, a deafening scream breaking all in its stream runs.

The conversation reveals rarely a novelty but a dwindling, fading story of a moment devoid of glory, asking for more, but at the end of the day, lost in the all too known madness of a reality shared where rests the tear and dies the fear.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~