gogreencaffeine

So i sat down to start writing this thing and i noticed as i ran my middle finger along the smooth surfaces and harsh crevices of my palm an invading lump appeared. In my usual fashion before truly assessing the situation with my eyes i stuck this lump in my mouth. Inly to ever-unpleasantly discover: a wart. My first reaction: take a knife to it. But it's such a small space to work with. And even then, can you properly remove the tiny white ball of toadlike infection from the palm of your hand. Of course all i could then think of: now my lips must be covered in warts. And my gums back and diseased. Warted teeth. Rotted teeth. Your smile is yo

The time tree's leaves are falling. And life's hands are faltering, no loner bothering to scoop them up.  i Brought her a basket to hold them all in, but all she's done is used them as tender to eed the fire.  Wonder where she's getting all that wood from...

they tell us we should fly only, that we should die they tell us not to fly, only that we shoud die they tell us just to try only, that, we should die they tell us not to cry, but yet never tell us why they tell us not to try, for what if we should die they look into my eye, and laugh. "oh she's just high" they won't accept that i deny that all of us must go awry they condemn me as i defy, and scream that none shall be my ally they say i'll pass, with no one to reply. that's there's no one else, no supply that if i touched the sky, it'd be ought but a lie