the lower extremities ached, and sleep was the steady as the days
drifted by… the dreams became fitful and hazy, and the back took the
shrug out of my shoulders… looking behind my steps was the difficult
gesture, and we were lost to the grace of enthusiastic pretending…
sanity was real and the feelings were nervy… as the plant seemed to ween
us off of its requirements, we weren’t the capable ones to say that we
were done with it yet, but the constriction in my chest says otherwise
about that topic… it has been interesting reexamining some of the
previous feelings connected with it, but the negative feelings seem to
outweigh the positive ones… it is difficult to reset those imperatives
that have kind of been directing themselves, but I was always more than
willing to find out the extent to which my craving went, taking the
necessary time out to realize my real feelings on the subject… only when
inspiration is needed, an aide on the scene, and the equipment to use
it… with nothing left, the stash is complete, and we move on to other
devices to acquisition a new outlook and heart for these things… work
was in the past, and I fell for all the traps, though now is a different
story… the weekend might say adventure, but perhaps the same thing will
occur, we need a car now… patience is key in this matter, as the need
is not relying on more than a particular timespan, and a vehicle is not
so easily attained sometimes… the future is rife with both endeavor and
mistake, that will haunt both parties at some inappropriate period of
time, and difference to any other topic is prohibited… I shall set forth
and acquire the right supplements to isolate from the state of
reflection that weekend’s can achieve sometimes, but is oblivion the
best moniker for this situation?… post-October, what are we left with
for a fall season, and how does one cope with the pain inherent in the
mysteries?… the unknown always presents the most interesting riddles to
perceive… what are we Here?…
Thanks, khet.
