hours belong to trending questions
inferior stupidity is a conundrum to confusion
we looked for the answers in illuminated conversations
constantly seeking frenzied inflections in their speech
indications in moods were scrutinized
strange approaches to most languid illusions
then nature bloomed a wall
it surrounded primitive cerulean depths
tunneling down into infinite beautiful spheres
below ghostly fitted harmonies
the smell of past annoyances breathing new life
into coffins long ignored by my credence  
no one knew that she hardly established a sufficient impression
whether there had been potential or not I would never know
moments of interior harm would come to a virginal mirage
I walked the child away
feeling like you stained his youthful soul