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And flake. You say you've got it right? No. No you just lie.        ...              sad that.  that that which you want most you completely falsify on. not a word.     Just on.   and on...       Forgotten? No. I can't say so. In the back on my head? Round some large pile of books? Yes. Conversing with the devil. No juncture. No conglomeration. Amalgamate and protrusions. It. Stops.

cold.           

and baring. Should never have washed that sweatshirt. Just on and on. I fear that too is gone. And what a loss. No threepeat. No second chance daisies. The avalanche awash and none to recover. Animation makes it seem so real. so easy.   A portion of the fear to take my head. Guide it. Like you? No. A shadow and a post. All could follow. Then what?   Then forget what once was. That end has come. And one. Let that be enough. We could pick a house to live in but never ever move. We chain up our bikes and replace our shoes. But the fall has come. And like so many times before it will stay only a little while, making you think it has brought you a friend by the time you are ready to receive it. Both sides cheat. Simple as that. And so continue on, no fire, no flight. Forgotten of ourselves.