No idea.

Stale tasting, bitter aftertaste. Time well spent in the moment.
Look to tomorrow-seeing something new. But is it intended?
Do you want it to be?
A long lasting decline, far from whence you began.
Burdening; you no longer.

Insufferable to attraction-mere words to adjectives.
Types too many words, words are a gateway into the soul.
or is that eyes. I can never recall. Why not two?
Pleasant surprise, a brush, a moment, an escape.
I find too many escapes, and ones that will not define me.
I need not another:
Smoke a little more. Have another drink. Spit into the bottle. Pop one more pill, before you twinge in pain. Reasons, not just. Just one more conversation-that never feels as long as it is.

Missing a presence, and abhorring for no reason.
One in many, no reason to stand out.
If I am the same, why is it all else are the same.
You fight, and I fight, to regain the definition of uniqueness.
Too wide a feeling to locate in one specific spot, it moves too much. Well, at least it seems.


I write too much, and I still love star wars.