I wonder of the last meaningful word I’ll utter, mutter, perhaps merely think of, for that matter, if I have lost the desire or ability to speak. As a baby, I know for sure, repetition formed my world. Habits grew. The least most era, spiked around my teens. But since then, an ever decreasing and…… Continue reading i repeat myself
Sitting northwards of the jet-stream,
Great Britain took the rainfall,
Normally divided up between all of Europe’s lands.
The fit of the digit was snug, way better than any one of my own.
A mix of runners, walkers, lovers & friends.
Couples seated on benches, in quiet conversation.
For flatness, first will come pain.
The murmuring of the audience increased in volume as he spat out formulaic provocations.
Not in all my life, have I made such a mess. (read more)