justwrite 24 february

later that evening the sun rose and set in a garden upset with his shelf in life wondering how or why the growing goes by blows skyhigh but when you're the sun you have no time for such worries the day hurries you along in your way so to say you hurry yourself along and the wrong set of seasons will upset you for reasons not yet imagined the tragedy the calamity of a phone gone and while too long has passed since the clash of the titans the tidal waves have saved the day have craved carving way out of lime of time and coconuts the butt of all jokes the wheel of all spokes and the hokey pocus crocus rises into the sky shining high clouds louder than expected with the median transected with yellow a cello of a sense worth mentioning the tightening worth tensioning the stress of besting the worst and having rehearsed the wrong lines strong-armed through sickness and health and the wealth is slowly divided and fallened like a colander full of folly a holly jolly situation station the destination from which is bliss and forgiveness but i always forget my ticket i stick it in someone else's pocket