scattered thoughts.

 Long gone before the story unfolds.

the long walk in the boulevard causes a warm soreness in my throat.

To imagine that you are allowed to stack the cookies but can’t have a taste.

You wake up from a deep sleep to realize the world has been deconstructed right from the edge of your bed.

now you hold little respect for things you once held sacred.

In this very moment, i weep for a lack of interpretation of my body language.

Do eyes that witness magic tell the lips where to go in search of an exclamation?

And how deep are you willing to swim to retrieve a lost emotion?

I have made a mistake-

I have allowed an earthworm make salt for the seasoning of my food.