I’ve got enough to say but enough is too much when time is out of essence and patience shrinks. Meandering around the point can create petals around a flower or footprints on a grave.
Trendy personality.
Flimsy in actuality.
Your grave in your heart is holding what’s left of your mind while you lead your prickly appetite for deterioration through Avenue You.
Those who turn away are not curious, but imaginative.
They leave a wick for you to light their timebomb and are ever-satisfied with an infinite globe.
Spare little attention to those who roam and always mindful of those at home.