Thursday, November 12, 2015

12 november



But after all sometimes it’s too hot and you start the day by passing out and anyway it’s hard to tell sometimes why those lines should matter while others scatter out into the elsewhere for worse or for better as the weather aims to improve and the good is too loose to be fundamental, by which I mean there is a scene I should be attentive to and I meant to care more to practice scoring higher and totaling words but if you’ve heard the thoughts you ought to know I’ve been distracted having contracted a case of *I should know better but still I want to feel something* reeling from the emptiness and careening toward connection.

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