my lifestyle is dead style out of my head style every day's the wrong side of the bed style
I'm living so lifeless like painted-on eyelids my life's only priceless because there's no price list
not blind but I'm sightless no wings so I'm flightless no things to take sight of and fly for or ride for or die for or try for or lie for or strive for or cry for or smile for or open my eyes for
making steps is unwise like Gandalf's demise wiping dust from my eyes, I set sight on the skies still can't see so surmise it's my final sunrise a well of wet decisions doesn't ever run dry
a wet decision like when you're drunk or otherwise inebriated ;)
In the rain forest we heard the first birds stood amid the cooling spectral fog walked upon the spongy ground the layered earth of moss and mud along the path and further on came streaming rays of sun that silver lit the wild paphiopedilums smiling toward the sky a shine of silken stars.
,, “””. \ ,,, “””” \ ,,,, “””” \ words are seeds which float like a dandelion fluff in the wind / a breath of air can send them to flight/ yet T H E Y