these 8 am. wake-up calls were causing her complete shock to an otherwise alarm-free system. her bearings, once quick smart and real, now and seemingly forever left in dire need of a graciously implemented gathering, whilst all awhile the high-wired mind fails to find one such inebriated way out from this – itself and its cyclically succinct vitriol. it starting to ceaselessly sprint in a million other directions, as though another version of her favourite-best runner Usain Bolt, only forever placed upon acidic reawareness and prepared to wreak unnatural havoc. and all of this tangling amidst rapid-eye-movement of a most agonising kind, via the darkness of light – nighttime improperly asphyxiated, when everything became irreparably defunct aside outright unfairly vilified.

these 8 am. wake-up calls were causing her complete shock to an otherwise alarm-free system. her bearings, once quick smart and intelligently real, now and seemingly forever placed in dire, dire need. of a gracious gathering whilst all awhile the high-wired mind fails to find. a straightforward way out from this – itself, left underbeneath and cyclically swamped in viciously succinct vitriol. it starting to ceaselessly sprint in a million other directions but for one it fails to mention named home, as though another less meticulous and unsuccessful version of her favourite-best runner, Usain Bolt. only forever placed upon acidic reawareness and prepared to wreak unnatural havoc. odd perhaps, albeit odd all that she grows to know of. and all of this tangled and detrimentally shape-shifted amidst unavoidable rapid-eye-movement of a most agonising kind. via the darkness of light – nighttime became improperly asphyxiating again, yet when everything, everything, everything became irreparably defunct aside outright unfairly vilified.

fly by night

These shrewd and entirely insistent early-am. wake-up calls were causing her complete shock to an otherwise alarm-free system. Her bountiful bearings – those once quick-smart, intelligently real behaving’s – now and seemingly forever placed in dire need. Of a gracious gathering of wits, all awhile the high-wired mind fries itself silly, shall vehemently fail to find. Any such sort of a straightforward way out from underbeneath this livid seething, bewitching thing – itself, left inescapably captured aside viciously swamped within cyclically succinct vitriol. it all haphazard and beginning to ceaselessly sprint in a million other discretionary directions, but for one simple endeavour which it forever fails to fairly mention – namely Gladly Brought Back Home Again. As though another less meticulous and unsuccessful version of her favourite-best person, the universal roadrunner with the shutterspeed know-how. Only ever of course placed upon acidic reawareness and prepared to wreak unnatural havoc. Odd, odd, ODD perhaps, and inevitably left to be floored and meaningfully minus any tactile medal of tangible sorts. Albeit, odd, odd, ODD reawakenings all that she has now suddenly grown to know of. And all of this interrupted agility torn and tangled, tugged terrifically asunder till left itself detrimentally shape-shifted pulsatingly amidst – unavoidable rapid-eye-movement of a most agonising kind. Via the darkness of light – when the preconceived lap of z-filled luxury became improperly asphyxiated yet again. When everything, everything. .. … absolutely mother-f**king Everything became irreparably defunct aside outright unfairly vilified. when she seems to still, still, s-t-i-l-l attempt at valiantly adhering to sleep with one eye opening and rested dutifully nearest the farthest reaches of her favourite-best dreams. So soon as when she can irreconcilably comprehend for herself a favourite-best breath of safe and fresh air. .. … Still wishing, wishing, just mother f**king wishing for that immaculate way forth forward aside ultimately reprioritised. .. … by the laboriously unwielding life which she has known herself to justifiably deserve since the stolen beginning. When unasked-for sins were sacrilegiously sent to ruinate and confuse the kaleidoscopic colours of her sun-stricken landscape – unavoidable aside invitingly inconceivable. For these Dearly Departed People who fell before her, this will remain painful – the very same people who shall valiantly attempt at strengthening her bounce back-to-life, Pl=ease!!

“Written with her heart upon his silken sleeve, dearest Delilah”