All the taoism in the world
that set me up to think. An accidental inevitable trial of my self.
my juices gone bare boned structure just standing. But its as if since you're a music major
you can make the sounds of a xylaphone with just my stupid standing lingering wishing wanting forgeting tiring existing frame. the games we play in the fields of all the buildings you've ever been arrested in
tie to the accents you teach me and the ones i scream. I'm a gremlin or a gnome or something
that matters in a mystic world but not in the one i see in school. All the stereotypes i steer you away from
all the karma i make you trip over and every single silent moment you press on my shoulder to keep both our anxieties at bay. a purple bracelet made.
a horrible color scheme
to match a mind lit by me.