FO

the fear, the fear, the fool
the fool, the fool, the fire
the fire, the fire, the soothing lie

foiled feeling of festering dreams,
...aren't we all dying of fearful fallings?

she seemed almost insecure, frantic in her movements, the air of an undefined goal. A carnal disposition to dismiss.

The safety of the adjusted and reconciled is a defiant negation to change.

Madness should be about spirited creation, one that elicits rumor and myth.

Treatise

Swallow a sweet sounding salt dressing.
Meandering the wispy wisdom, fully aware of clothed tales of lies.

Lost ladle of affection,
woeful treatise of abysmal truth.

A kindhearted beginning to a collection of injurious self entitlement certificates.
How pitiful when trust runs dry.