Before ideas are formulated into thought
is an intuitive grasp of what has been wrought...
My eyes grow weary
sooner these days though still I...
whats going to happen to me-
now that the sky is falling...
the climb of heat
is but summer ploy...
Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...
One night, when the sky draped itself with dark...
I found myself adrift at sea...
Can you please slow down?
I can't keep up...
There is a soundless voice inside of my head and...
The yoke
of cause and effect...
How
can...
Why me?
Why this again...
Teetering on the brink.
Effervescent emotions bubble and break...