instinctive is deepness with defensive thinking no, although, throw one back for me, we'll meter more consistently, eventually time will arrive, over recent under-supply, all drive-thru and deadlines and fluorescent, familiarized reflections within immortalized impressions, but, it depends… mondays gridlock reception, give me till ten or tomorrow or never again; no, let it go under the bed or the rug. keep it in clutter, no one will know a shadow show from a status quo. below radar range, changing echoes into what a mirror's wicked trick relies: buried events and clever disguise to copy lives covered with feinted fun, mocking someone else's outcomes to become a wraith reflection, a numb, stereotyped ad flagging warnings; best walk away, every day’s better when not engaged in excising decay. so, let it go down as mistake, a breakdown of mental state, a phase of crossed fates fated to deflate; let it go, get over it and the weight will relax. harmony backtracks to the past and the overlap comes fast, just let it go into candle flame, in a funeral campaign draining the dates and the times and the name, let it go
Thats awesome, fulmah, pulsing with reality and filled with a clarity. Keep the light of inspiration on. I know mind can feed creativity, unchecked, to the 1,001 things. Exactly, just let it go and relax into a new breath... As always, well spoken.
