Did

Are writers still writing? 

Ggghh

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Why

What?

Long time

Long time, no post.

I've failed in my many endeavors to keep in touch with this version of myself.
There is change.
just around the corner, there is change.  And I am ready to hold on in at least one way, if not all of them.

Keep at it.

score

please stop?
all unbalanced
all unfamiliar
all ready for fight of flight.

I will not feel better as of the parting, which is a part of the proposed force of action, nor course of action.
I am wanting to think of many many and here we go down the rabbit whole because I have no more time to think of the pauseses and while I had hoped to carve out a place in pace with where i find myself at the time i think it is some where closer to the place of internment and where is this one girl that will change everything around and is it a girl that is further into a race? what time is it when the time has come and how does one eat an entire cake  should you follow the line of logic that brings one closer to the line in the sand and this is how I want you to feel the very thing you are feeling I can only drive here by the round a bout because I have only ever gotten here by such a round about way that brings us to the point and a cartoon movie from the 70's

Two panes

Plastic and glass for protection 

To shield all that is in form coming out.

These fields of roses span the spectrum of reds.

At every turn and every turn and every turn.

Talking of thirst there is no source at this dark tower.

These roses live in response to the truth they know!

It's a dying land in circumference, but this is a fallow faze. 

Maybe a green tower to come?

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