smile and weep, love the shallow for its deep, finding amazement in the complexity of life
this prior script-thought re-arrives but this time, tonal differences, a spoken aloud cascading cacophony, noΒ Β protective cocoon of silent email, jus plainest pain masquerading beneath a tensile casual remark
and how you wish you could poetry, write, torrentially in simple lines, to match the transverse and reverse the only two gears, so overcome with anger worry and pain no killer can ****, so deep and swift its haphazard rambling rambunctious cursing coursing
and all she said was this:
this is going to be the end of us
and you, charged to interpret this sentence, like your namesake Daniel the invisible handwriting on the Babylonian wall that is under construction for which you will both pay