Most of my arm ended up over it, but my body laid spread out on the floor, you can barely tell the sum of granules, the tiniest rocks, shards of unmated glass.
I spread out and settled, but barely could put my self back together, I swear, the pour took a part of me.
I don’t know, what was expected, when the mouth opened or if I expected to open my own mouth. I ingested it all wrong and felt the need for an antacid. It fizzed roughly until it was calmed and I try not medicate the feeling at the pit of my stomach, the root of it all.
The mind set the flame underneath, it did set my blood to boil!
People will always disappoint you in many ways. It’s not attention, its intention.
All possessions are just “apostrophes”
Hope the thoughts would ever join in similar ways.
The moment we cross that someone’ who comprehends these expectations and doesn’t stipulate in return,
The mind gets blanked and starts an entirely new page, a new chapter and one’s full of run on’s. You don’t want such a book to end, but what can you really expect??
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