Fragments of Thought in Contradiction

Turmoil loves the company of madness.
My mistakes will make you look twice but will not make you stay.
Tonight my mind is scar tissue.
Time represents abstraction
But abstraction can only be understood when structured.

I repair nothing but what is to come tomorrow to ease my mind now
To better comprehend yesterday.
But often my actions are paired with reasons after the actions.
In retrospective analysis, I answer my own questions in an effort to find peace.
But peace, in the psychological sense, is subjective.
I will only find it through acceptance, or on a more basic level, acknowledgment.

I've always viewed my idealism as a flaw.
But this flaw drives progression.
And progression shares the same vein with tragedy.
But my tragedy is the dissonance of my two halves.
Idealism is at war with realism.
If they could merge, then I could finally dance without any inhibition.
For now, deconstruction acts as my coping mechanism.

My ghost has left my body tonight.
Maybe sleep can temporarily replace it.
Don't wake me up in the middle of my dream
When I'm swimming in lilies
And standing on lavender ribbons.
I reread this post and sigh at the unsatisfying conclusion.
Ironically to understand, we must be stripped of the human.
But without the human, there is no need to understand.