Skirt to sudden light, mistballs lead your way home downwards. All consumed we shake our energies free, I am shook free, from glass to glitter to dirty footprints down the hall. A hand reaches into the dark from out in the light. And it hesitates. And it does not fully understand, but it wants to help. If this is you I love you. As how the globe finds its colors, brings them to fruition. I display the fruit of my own hapless ambition. Shimmer shake melt and goo back. I am covered by a cacophony of color and light, and too busy being the beat to be me. Tell me, how is just this simple existence? I feel odd consuming so many things, such a hedonist, an amoralist yo forgive me father for I have sinned. We shoved the puzzle pieces together haphazardly and called it complete. Are we not complete as such, like so? I guess, if it works ( i can see so free )
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