Foolproof.

Little red lights flash and remind me that I'm going off track. They want me to remember where I came from before I head into the direction that did nothing but pull me down and eat me up alive, wholly. That part of me that keeps gravitating towards that same pot hole is a part I have little control over. And every other part that I do have some control over is just an added bonus.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

I want to listen to that part that says statistics are just numbers, that they don't carry any real meaning but then again I also don't want to listen to it. If I do listen to it, does that mean I've been fooled my whole life? And if I don't listen to it, does that mean I've been fooling myself this whole time? Because neither of those sound very different from the other. Whether its me who does the fooling or its me who's being fooled, I don't think it changes anything. How would I even know I'm being fooled if I'm so convinced and convicted that I'm foolproof? Maybe I'm fooling myself this very moment, with each and every single word that I write. Maybe I'm fooling myself by just merely existing, maybe I'm fooling myself everytime I breathe in and twice when I breathe out. I don't know. And I don't mind not knowing. Its just safer this way.

Love, peace.