Why I am so confused , a second with a hopeless life and another with a grandeavour thought to lead, where I am lagging to head and where I am provoking to stop my life , mostly the fer , the enormous fail I fall for it . the fear stops, before the laziness holds . I could grow stronger if I want, but it needs hard work which I am unaware of what it costs myself to do .
The TIME it runs before I am imagining to catch it, the determination need for time is what grow in time to catch if we can with the spirit. time is condelensces to lazy. Either I could stay with it or try to move with it.
The haunting heart left to plunder it . deeply harmless knife stabbing it with my eyes on. the fear of killing it.the poet within me never spins. grroving to slience though haunting ghost which is nonoe other than own reflection.
overwhelmed to the ineligible desire. I Konw I misinterpret the fall in the summer and the grey in the breeze.
and I am writting to stop thinking I'm in a pickle.
TWINSTAR.
