There is this deadright d-e-s-i-r-e to find themselves talking inescapably FreshANDAble-fACED. Yet, there’s probably ALSO: another seven billion Desires as to– wondering “why(?)” the paint decides to spatter// NO MATTER what the upsideDOWN, wrongWayRoUnD circumstancesMAY-BE, they will shudder to… blink, ACTually, and Times-A-Thousand:: flickering and fLuTtErIng heartbeats. To masterFULLY meet each other at the thrilling mid–dle would be to::: ask themselves Just. Another. Quest. Of. Questioning, as to exactly WHY(?!) they haven’t let themselves feel.. this way before NOW(!!) “Yes, her eyes are lavishly opening WIDER THAN THE WEIGHT/wait of ANYONE’S iMagInAtioN. Please.” Sit With HER and see– something blatantly UpSiDeDoWnN-O-W AND DAMNright(!!!) derogatory. Her story of guts-and-too-much-glory to EVER GET TO aforeMENTIONED imagine.. is
Something which none of anyone can… attempt to imagine. Even IF they tried.. their eyes might fall out… and their minds catch-conscientious-FIRE(!!)
When she has walked with every sense of UpSeT
