Next Step

The start of my life unaided is knocked upon today. Unsure of whom, why, what may become, I start to feel afraid. Now all alone with no annoyance, no being to-be bothered. All by yourself you only feel when no longer you are smothered. My mind must find, my brain, be entertained, my heart will love again. It isn't a new chronicle, or the end of some fairy tale. It merely is another day, like sunshine that follows rain. I send you off with thoughts of glee, and even bigger than this with thinks, and thunks of me. As my hours may change, so much that I am accustomed to with you will have to rearrange. I'll dig and delve and find myself each day, mostly more strange. Nevertheless I will be in our sanction. So till next we meet seated on a couch whether either dead or alive, dare not recall it's you and me beyond fucking fifty five.

Colourful existence.

Of all the pretty words and with all my loving might, drop pretentiousness and pick Jasmine with sunbeams streaming through the indigo night. If beetles married lizards and sausages sang, Id still not want to wander, I’d hover and out with you id hang.

The simple senseless and twisted sisters of beauty and doom rest securities on mine happiness and spit whispers of gloom. If trees were not for climbing then why on earth would they be? Individual beings destined to make mistakes art I that much greater than thee?

Calculations boggling with steady disappointment meet me before I be asleep and erase smiles from my expression.causing me to feel inadequate not to mention weak. Dash to the playground get upon the swing and sway, reach the stars and overlook all the others,tis them that needith your way .

Frustrated and fussy its my time for me, like dancing requests rhythm I need to just be. When pixies go swimming in little red lips and not anything else, Fairies become less motivated and place fault on bitter Green Elve’s. Thus ride in a boat and keep closed your black cloak, maintain air in your armbands , furthermore laugh off a good joke.

Does it fit?

The latest complaint that my being has decided has stunned me to such a degree whereby I am so much of the lot that I am not anything. The pressure in mine head is more intense than it was an hour previously and the lethargy has grown into a bursting loop of endless anxiety. With a brain that wont want to and a heart that needs more, I'm so overwhelmed, id not doubt you if you told me to climb through the lock on that door. I'm the heaviest I've felt since feelings were true, almost typing with my face, rather close to hallucination, tongue swollen with a sensation of the blues, my love beats blood red, and my eyes see psychedelic black, my skin is not a colour, and I wish I were new.