O D D I T I E S

she stepped inside the dangling portrait, there was simply nothing she could do.
sometimes there exists a cutting blade tickling the tender niblets of skin on their arms. and they exist for the reason that remains solo: duty. Pulling the reigns of reality can screw you over sometimes. Y'KNOMESAYIN'? yeah, just go ahead and let the strings of cancer infiltrate your precious organs. and for what reason? satisfaction? that's dreadful. she's sorry you have nothing to live for; no soul who appreciates the way your day went; no bit of dust bummed over the unfortune it contains of being held back from landing on your weak shoulder. such a statement for a fleck of dust?
you'd be surprised.
She stepped
Inside The Dangling
portraiT, therE waS simplY nothinG shE coulD dO.
what if we reversed half the set things we do?
just a thought,.