Forgive Me If I Sound Catty
Forgive me if I sound catty but the clowns got in my way so I suppose, that once again, I will choose my sane despite the prodding instruments about me on display I'll relax into my thoughts and from there explain I haven't one ounce of a mind that wants more than I should time that's needed, on a morning, where I rather would bring myself a brand new day to live more than all else including plan to rid my mind out of forged, fake rifts which wax and wane, more than the moon, silent in the sky charging earth to be its shadow than reveal the why it holds us here in our own place, away from the bright sun, provider of all living things where all of life spun from the trees, the flowers, the butterflies, the birds of endless spring the clouds, the fog, the honey bees, the rainbow and the rain. Forgive me if I sound catty but the clowns got in my way as I with words began to write a place where words create in spite of mockers poking jokes to which I think absurd because I love...