incoherent murmurs

when tiredness creeps in and pulls down on your eyes / you breathe for a second and then out of sight / like a shot in the head that felt so much needed / eyes roll under lids and they dance in their movements / the tempo of a pulse out of time with the ticking / pleads the bed's safe return - all the while you were sleeping.

on the heels of an argument

the whole essence of being misunderstood is that your intentions were made naught. by design or by blinded bias - it doesn't matter in the end if it happens. if there was any value for misconception, the price is higher than advertised... that being said, to understand is to analyze.. and if you were following too closely, you might be disappointed when they finally turn around...

works as expected

when it's not about aiming low. when it's about a non-existant flow.
things just happen as you reason through them. and you always win an argument when you had no point to begin with.

where do you begin to peel?

it began when i thought i could not blog. i still can't. i mean, who would read a blog of disconnected one-liners? \\ so here lies the premise, encouraged by starvingartist(s). and it does not bode well to start off with such a wordy / lengthy collection of lines.