This time is spent trying, searching, hoping, waiting...waiting...waiting.
I am never enough, I am always blind, when I see I see in circles and around corners so that my perspective is skewed.
That I should be able to sit down and orchestrate a symphony, with a side step and a turn.
Paint the violet in a grey sky and cut elephant edges in the silver grass.
They days are spent in tune,
the song has not changed from side to side.
To remind myself this is all supposed to be a thought, which it has been,
but it switches.
These keys are impossile to use
I'm having very negative time...
but to use this
as a bridge
to another form
of
communication
You see me screaming from this little box, you see I DEMAND YOU!
By you I mean, this page. This mirror, this one plus one equals two.
2 births a child.
On the first day of his life he cried a lot and took a very warm bath.
In the tub, goldfish swam with rubber ducks
and a tugboat mosied down the stream
The doctor carried the stitches to his head and took a little off the top.
The teeth are clean, this day is clean.
How can I know this if I don't know anything.
And what will I have to know and when for it to all make sense?
Endless metaphors from my subconscious just pushing each other around in random dreams and on random websites and in random wet colors of paint.
Thoughts with the masses.
Fish shit and swim
I take no observation with me out here tonight, with my backpack and my suitcase and my caution thrown to the wind.
I don't take deoderant, I don't take lotion, though I should.
I don't take paper.
Plastic.
There is a general idea of where I am going.
It's a lovely sentiment sure but it drives me nuts.
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Submission Name: Faith
