Her hellish endeavour thru’ constant & THICKENING pain of mind, ABSOLUTELY and assuredly a tremendous and t-r-e-m-b-l-i-n-g mess—
Of “I might just” alongside that striking movement of meandering & mightily mixed-up
As her Irish heART AND Icelandic nature appears to have been… … caught interactively amidst
An upsetted ocean of overactive schizophrenic scattercrashings, of voice both VICE… … … … … … …
Agonised (honorarily) &
Anointed IMMEDIATELY right by: a beautiful woman with a laugh-out-loud mind
Trying ((& vying for))… the best that she CAN’T EVER MANAGE TO HANDLE… at (un)earthing the ()highlight of)) time
To remotely un-WIND & to repetitively ATTEND TO HER very own self-sense of EVER-burgeoning and t-w-i-s-t-e-d HURT.
As a B-U-R-S-T DAM(N) of collective and
G emotions SHALL, make a metaphor Matter!!
As it stARTS to riotoUSly relapse, and she w(ILL) suddenly, both S-O-O-T-H-I-N-G-L-Y… inst((ILL))
ThIS impending S-E-N-S-E of alcoholical-and-inebriating, both RADIATING bliss… …
Comical? Hardly ever- that failure to capture and treasure !