Fleshwood

.it might suck. .i have low standards today.

between the seeing and the dreaming realized

there is the motion of alotta life of right,

wrongs,

hopes, and more wrongs.

right into judgements the filthy judgements,

we call "f*****g" decisions.

and other things.

I never sin, i'm not a sinner

I got a friend in jesus.

and my stinky teen spirit spray.

it smells a lot like human rights

between the right and dirty filthy;

wrongs in the sterile sunlight.... how delicious!

on they way along i swear the desire

to be hooked on a feeling;

it's a f*****g exhausting thing.

with the doing,

managing with what's at hand

from all this...simply put...

what makes the worth of doing?

even in spite a high that's always fleeting,

drowning; sometimes

falling faster, seemingly forever...

so suture an alarm clock to my head

like the repetition of autumn leaves

between the growing and the dying

so then i feel like a fleshy tree

　in time