Predictable Control Poem by natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine

It is apparent to me now that the predictable behavior of control is more transparent, then the hole that I carry proudly in the knee of my jeans.

The wind still blows the same and the sun and the moon arrive as expected- and intuitively, my next assumption seems to be correctly falling into the appropriate order.

Despite my person as one self, I am yet to be able to be proven wrong of the indifference that I so shal hear of again for another time.

Swimming in my own head, and tensley do I grow. I will relive the sight of what I despise-that is most commonly known as control.

is it from obsession; and why is it that a human can subcontiously feel in posession for someone, but contiously not have a clue..and may never know.

It is also apparent th me that those who cannot see, will deal with the fate of broken hearts. If my thoughts are not oblivious, and it becomes quit obvious; then on the note, and from that page, i will part.