I'm amidst the middle of the the great mist of trouble,making a masterpiece out of mud.
I taste the rug in the dust on my tongue,clasping for a fresh breath.beasting emotion poking around,in the toasted taste,generation last place.
My figure of speech spreads wiseley on a white sheet.
I'm popping balloons one by one. in big tiny vision,clouds shed fur, becoming manic blur.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
I'm amidst the middle of the the great mist of trouble,making a masterpiece out of mud.
I taste the rug in the dust on my tongue,clasping for a fresh breath.beasting emotion poking around,in the toasted taste,generation last place.
My figure of speech spreads wiseley on a white sheet.
I'm popping balloons one by one. in big tiny vision,clouds shed fur, becoming manic blur.