mind races. soft grey clouds it's always never night somewhere they say the sun never set on the british empire distinctions quietly made between 1 & 2 funny question coming from you I'm open to this sort of thing a dead end line of inquiry
Men are more than sinew and bone. Chemical hit to the brain. Whatever way. Familiar form I crumple up. Base of my skull.
Is this what it's come to? Sit on snow covered ground. Sadistic smile splits tear stained cheeks. Hook stuck, save it, repeat over & over again. Cling to images I can only ever see in my mind. Foot made patterns. An animal's been here, too. Decipher
There's a sick sort of sadness to spring, and I love every minute of it. There's no more pretending that I don't understand. Doesn't it feel like I was here only minutes ago? Every time fearing I might be interrupted. I'
I’ve positioned myself in a section of the library where I feel even the clacking of my fingers along the keyboard is making too much noise. How do these other people type so silently? There’s a strict thinness to the air here. I feel I did not walk
bore into the center of my soul taped up messages covering one side swallowing stale air cover the table with a nice tablecloth lone chair sits for three escaped messages lost in cyclical time organize similar thoughts in my mind here I am writing another line
running alongside a river drowning in a river small cells make up a body push along the bottom, receive through the top differentiate looking into the same mirror five years later five years later same mirror five years later play back on the small screen imitation I'm no
maybe I'll have another cup of tea I need my bedroom window to be by a tree gotten used to ambient noise I miss my crusty nature boys life is like a wheel of fortune can I feel better in the morning?