Random spiel #2seven
Lost in the bitterness,
there are times when it is so easy to just throw it all away.
Where do we all end up?
Where does it all go?
Full of regret,
It's all a crock.
The bitterness is lost,
there are times when it is so hard to get it all back.
Where we go isn't as important as where our minds are.
It's all thinking too hard. My head hurts, words squirt. Out of my mouth. They drip down my collar. Forming a pool of paragraphs. My thoughts drowning. The heart circled by the protruding fin of the mind. BUt really, I'm ok. Finding words from yesterday.
Remember to read the things you write down.
