Simply Pointless

I am like paper. You are like a doll. Put together, it doesn't make much sense. I have to teach myself that not all things are intended to do so. I don't want to help it though, I want you to pluck out the context. I get tired of pointing it out and it gets pretty old despite how much patience is on reserve. Finding rhythm in interaction has always been my objective and when it is not acheived, my reaction can come off as selfish.

When really, what it is, is the tiredness creeping up causing me to stop talking about matters of substance; it's ephemeral hopelessness that I let sink in because that's the one thing I can comprehend. I want to be nurtured without instructing someone in 'how-to' format. Every phrase that falls out of my mouth is not meant to be taken literally. Then it simply becomes pointless.