Rough? Tough. No ghucking way, easy does it, yet today, letters forming sounds ssssseems less clicky, fewer hard g and crisp t endings subltle inertial force, psuedo sublimnity sorted in fact, categorized
relatively as among those named things that seem so simple,
once the inner being lets go. In fluid dynamical solid state real
time, lazing in the sun, rolling on in ever after now.
Sensitive to the tug, take psuedo pen and write the vision, make it work, so what forms functions, outside the course of corrective enculturation.
There is a place, It has no name Easy to get to just the same Everyone has one, a room of despair You can knock on the door If you no longer care It's the end, I have had it I’m glad that it’s done Can’t be bothered to fight And nobody won Battled ourselves to the bitterest end If anything’s left You can keep it my friend You keep on talking But I am walking Today Get out of my life Get out of my face Apologise to an empty space!