Feeling blunt and razored thin think to burn what all has been a tornado of notebooks a forest of thoughts what is the purpose except tie yourself in nots
Not good enough not hot enough once I walked a steel blue edge of melancholy and it fed my pages now flat mesas no bumps no ditches to find the song in
Lost is it
Isn’t it lost output shaving the clouds for some dream that will taste like soap
Then why
Because I must
Then why not see
Because I must improve
Popular is fourteen year old girl territory I’m talking soul touch
To do that to feel that to read that
That is what drives me
And almost almost
So close to something like Christmas
To something holy
No I’m just ranting
Good night
AbyKittiwake 