>even though it runs my blood hot like 3000 degrees
>stiffling my appreciation for existance with stipulations

>vexed impatience over my expectations
>would that I could be rid of them to live and taste life as a
>refreshing breeze
>to turn a hurricane soul

>instead I become unhinged to be opened because
>failed expectations are like locks without any keys.


i relate
i'm far from that place
of being in the state to regulate her disposal
i'm gone from her distant proposal
my mother's model
i have no children because of this modem
i can't connet
no disrespect
but its just something i haven't decided to take on next...




but i feel this