streaming

I think it was my fault and then comes the streaming
I am sorry dear friend but it may have been me that ended your breath. I have been blind to the short way and i think that my long way always type of life approach has been killing off all the chances and i can't keep top this pace of so slow and speed is not exactly my type of train ride so I just keep stumbling. my dear friends around the corner sit silent in their ignorance and if this runs out of water I will be so happy because the timing

the times trajik and these flowers must be addressed to aljernon, or what ever that dudes name was. was he a mouse?

I do not want to cast a a fishing line across the sky, but it seems i'm tugging at the sun and what might happen if a hand falls on my shoulder?
I must as always offer up the truest of praises, but Im not so sure that i'm trust worthy in all corners.

i am a force to be wrecked with, forget the reckoning. that crunch is oh so familiar and it makes for sure a joyful girl.

I'm glad that white space exists, but I prefer the over crowded shadowy parts. all the actions happen when the ink is on the page.  With out the faces poor out truth, we don't get to see. We don't get to hear. We don't get to.

keep reading the proceeding as its feeding my bleeding
if my blood is the ink that is used to sink the thing you think in the wrong type of rink.

force fed? how does one float?
(they all float down here)

I AM STRONGER THAN THAT BECAUSE I AM WEAKEST OF ALL.
iwasfallingand neededtoturn