I suppose at this time… a sort of tribute, respect in a way, or maybe simply just the pure sense of recollection, of I to he of some time ago, who certainly existed and thrived.
Yet in a way a sort of toast, to a future. Words do not flow as easily as once before, especially in the scratched words on loose-leaf sheets of paper. My thoughts beaten and forced into a structure to be sold,
..so can I abandon form and rules and partake on a journey through……. through what? Mind?
There will be nothing on my sleeves
In the sense of mindset, surely to be avoided
as well in the sense of something unexpected, involving so many, yet few. Too far? Yes, I shouldn’t have company inside my head.
I’m tired of strands teasing me and reminding me that I am alone. I hate the hundreds of them, endless.
Or no longer, they see California skies, and I don’t which it comes down to, in a small respect, not really though in all honesty. I’ll stay away from that phone nonetheless.
I forgot most of my Spanish, and a whole lot more forgetting would do me good