Spirit

how i too wished it could be different he said to his reflection rehearsed an infinite amount of times he no longer wants to count when the world has dashed by leaving him all alone.

why bother to try, when it is so much better to sit back and watch those

green eyed monster, val feels that lump in his throat as he sees how far behind he is and the maidens are cooing, the princes are high in the clouds a cloud made of gold and heaven's touch

i, Sharon, hereby declare that i am under no duress to say or write, in case way on the things that are declared for surely, it is i

A split, a crack, a period when they should be none and I am not hearing the flow of the words, because a gag has been made and the other party now stonewalls, I cannot make a sound at this end,

I am the opposite of love, I am dystopian in a rainbow cloud, so few of them left because promises are meant to be broken and it is easy to see the obvious for the eyes see, the hears hear, the emotions well do, the senses understand, subtle gestures

More and it is never enough, winning is always having to be number one, but number two is behind, catching up and a curveball can come about and second place is not cool for everything is relative and I become dull when something better comes along, more, more, and it is goes on for seconds, hours, days, till all I can hear