nadashay
what?...you've gotta be kidding me...lets get some new words or i'm about to give up on this fukken program and ya'll better word up this cuz at least it's real talk, or should i look up the dictionary definition of this word and pretend that i use this program as a creative writer like SOME of you chumps do.
I was spiraling all around it and spilling right through and on down it like your gravity knocked me out, in total, in the final championship round and I'm dizzy tryna get back and acquainted with what it's gonna take to survive this journey you're makin' make like the rain you shower in I'm headed straight for the drain.
ongoing
Route, reroute, my GPS an extension of my navigation, the tool of my imagination to span topographical boundaries and lay out across prairies and curl up to rolling acre hills, across rivers and climb over mountains. the route is mine. the route is yours
i paper clip my shit and with all the writing and wit hope i can hold it together, no slip, while i read these lines to you, out loud in clear view of everything improvised like laugh lines and sipping rose wine actually champagne that poured all over the floor, and now there's no more. i drank it all up.
For the dreary days you need this optimism get the dismal out the way
and bring in sunshine from the epochs that make the skyway and we'll all return there for eternal light year play