It is with the simplicity of a single sheet of paper that these words are coming out of me.
None at all.
Struggling, aching with potential. Clouding the emptiness, growing heavier. Getting so heavy. Bursting forth, victoriously impulsive and unprepared. Leaping!
Falling from the lips, and dying, too fragile to endure the critical gaze of the beautiful.
The senten ces be gin to break apart into syllab les and then in to lett ers