I have stomached failure, and lured the devils that feed regret. Today has mated with these fated memories that I must live with, my curse to grin for its earned character.
Livid whence I turn into an even newer day, that I didn’t vent when I had the chance; bringing an even further memory forward. I had climbed a mountain and sustained my edge a teen, and thence I peaked and unfurled but still no sound came when I screamed. What foolishness in a scream can make me want to disappear; why do I wonder now when I was troubled, or when I was young? Now the fervent survivalist, bearing this creative lean but it has not blossomed so I can drink. My eyes are off-white as I stare hither some other place yet pale but there, as much as I am not here or so I seem.
A new adult yesterday, for I am stuck in transition and in this calendar; this one I do not have but in my head. A string of consciousness reigns bare and faded, and stilled with my cluttered mind a barrier abstraction kings. A leviathan sings and swells within my imagination, and its red eye swims beyond my blank, turning my stare into a glare while feigning interest; this tempest storm is drumming.
