Crayons possess a magic
from childhood expertise...
Let me go, drop me down softly, gentle, be gentle...
conveying 'artistic concepts' through words was...
I never noticed her, just two stools......a way;
we both sat with bleary eyes...
All done; done all.
Revised, I must be wise...
The silence is deafening so i hear others say
But i live in silence every single day...
I'm overthinking.
Overworking...
Every step I take
I seem to slip and fall...
Ancient moon,
Guardian of truth...
Forgo the amenities of luxury
I'm in my revelry...
I'm ready to live-
just cut my strings and tell me...
Confronted with two faces
must she really choose...
The tide rises and it falls,
Tame, yet escaping through wrinkled floors...