today i thought...

i wish a lot with one hand full of shit


stacking up high hopes in a broken chair
sometimes i do and sometimes i don't care


My mind runs on broken sentences and discontinued phrases. Cliche rhymes invade the frayed nerves of my cursed organ. I try to deny their existence sometimes... ellipsis... i think my mind thinks my mind runs on a perpetual ellipsis that never seems to go anywhere... does it ever even pick up from where the last period stopped? ...i doubt it. i let my doubt create me and sedate me. power builds within only to yield to humility. or rather the thought thereof.