If there were Moments of Anything then… there were pUlsAtiNg utterances of momentary bliss. She’s been thinking in terms of herself yet again and making it all spontaneously make: “elegant SenSe actually.” We seem addled at her inside out upside over
Narrative and that’s fine, Thanks for never really trying — “to == understand the insides of an OCD mind.” When what we do is we trail a blaze and other vice versa endeavours SET TO BE A {diagnosed?!} PLEASURE, and hope that the words
Eventually catch conscientious FIRE(!!) and reaching for universal desire. There is this… itch which needed to BE scratched, scratched, SCRATCHED / and that’s
Been done enough times by now— to truly try and aforesaid underSTAND
“That audible apprehension please.” If they want anything then they need the support of the eagerness to BreAtH
and hold their TATTOO-emblazoned hands UP higher than
“Anyone else can imagine.” Rest assured: this was golddust grasped and gathered {COURAGEOUSLY} amidst == “UTTER upside down aforementioned endeavour” – even when
Their {multitude of} minds shall ultimately remain—-
Towed irregularly toward
… being {gloriously} tied to their {SATIATED} state of try-hard happiness actually.
