My thesis and hypothesis

Again I reach for my favorite tool. Tool.

Break the chains in my mind. My mind.

Close the exits of my soul. My soul.

Don’t you dare try to stop me. Dare?

Every thought becomes a wandering action. Lost.

Forget about the rules. I’ve broken them already.

Go out and take it all in. Nothing is left.

Hold the knife or the pen. Both.

I don’t care. Yes I do.

Just don’t lie to yourself. Or me.

Keep cutting and writing. Cutting and writing.

Like it? Don’t ask.

Maybe not. Maybe so.

No answer can satisfy your question. Can there?

Only you can. Possibly.

Please don’t give up on your dream. Too late.

Quitting is for those unfit for life. Or death.

Remember that you are not alone. Think again.

Soft are my words. Harsh are my phrases.

Together, forever endeavor. Till I get bored, that is.

Until then we can practice our talents. If you have any.

Very long periods of time wait. Hell or heaven?

We must wait no matter what. Sit down.

X’s are placed in the heart. Sow them up.

Years have gone by. Decades, too.

Zero chance for failure. Good luck.