It was easy to see … too simple for excellence … the
mighty was upset.
Most privileged, most delusional, I’m not privileged …
albeit, with excellence.
I liked her figure. I couldn’t see her face. We both
seem ugly.
Fierce buildings. Thicker vinyl. Looking at cloth and
cleavage.
I imagine love sentenced … love doing time … it was so
vindicated … to
hate self, everything she enjoyed, souls running from
islands.
I will not ask such pains, as to pray with an enemy,
it shows growth.
Lifetime contempt. Never letting it go. It seems like
prison.
I popped an Excedrin … too much thought … I drifted …
you showed out.
There isn’t doubt of time, privilege, power, and
gallop … trust is an issue.
The soul is flaming. The ghosts are real. You blend
endeavors:
human, and human +.
So much friction. The mind and its instincts – they puzzle.
One day the armor will serve its purpose.
