choking, on words
than my own.
the product of a tired mind,
a worried mind,
easier to call out the negatives
than believe too hard, in any one thing.
in all its goodness.
who knows what may produce the fall? and when
grace leaves she leaves indefinitely.
better to stay without, in doubt,
instead of holding fast to notions
dreamed up in fantasy slicked moments.
do you know how foolish i am?