With a weary face of confident procrastination it shall attempt to valiantly transform itself toward sensational freedom. Evening time bouts of catering to care – painting apparatuses which have been intricately outlined, oddly re-addressed and nervously refurbished… till unabashedly waiting in their (each and every) sworn-in wing – to entice the life from its very own over-strewn ambivalence
To take its very next preparatory breath and to ask and beg with it: for this obstacle course of personal foresight to remain awake, up all night.
Same day, same (sane) sensation, only another bonhomie painting which will ceaselessly clash amidst the clustering
Of commissioned people
Those who shall vehemently pretend that they can, of course, care
Despite their satellite friendships their stop still stands at
full – availability