Searing thoughts flash back into the brain and plants itself a seed that could spread every which way; consuming most of our conscious time, unless one has defenses set up in mind. Do you have faith, or others ways, more purchasable? Do things on earth drain pockets worth, with little left to show?…all but a feeling that we remembered is ever left behind from the money come and gone, I know where it goes. But, it was all spent on passing time.

I’ve seen this walking around. It has me, ungangged and bound; so I can open my mouth, but not speak my own thoughts. So, they roll over and over until they rot.

Feverent thoughts promptly begin to flutter from the mind down to lips and limbs in hardly any time. They start to manuever my hands, and recurve my lips, to form new consonants, to end in only saying something I didn’t mean to say. Or, just having things go down a different way than I had planned. So, when the only things left are memories from a wasted time, that you cant erase from mind, even though one tries, why do I still try?

I’ve seen this walking around. It has me, ungangged and bound; so I can open my mouth, but not speak my own thoughts. So, they roll over and over until they rot. What seems so easy to have, comes with a higher chance that it wont last. I want one to last.

Even after the day has ended, after you have pretended to be fine. Your eyes, will be a canvas for the projectors lenses to bring to life everything that needs to go away. Then, again, in waking, you remembered the dream, which lets dead things breath inside of head in new days.