seamless dreams
the ones i can't grasp.
i need it broken
to even hold.
Perfectly Consistent - The worst words ever known.


Pull Oh this ball of yarn...Pull by ~sicsided
Keeps getting larger everyday.
And though it is unravelling,
It grows so larger everyday.
Oh this ball of yarn...
Keeps getting larger with each day.
And I keep pulling to see how long it will Go-On.
A thread I need to Hold-On
at least that's what I say.
A source of warmth
A source of place
Beginnings start,
But the End seems so far away.
Oh this ball of yarn...
Do I even want to see what you become?
A journey of just being spun
And End to all the fun.
A piece of art only to be hung
and sit on display.
Oh my ball of yarn...
Doesn't matter if you frayed.
Sometimes the work of art is in the pain.
Do


The Romance Upon this tree of life, even before the blossoming of what is to become summersThe Romance by ~sicsided
children. That are to be picked, judged, and given to the gawking offspring of locust,
those ones without eyes but tonges of pleasure in their head's sockets.
I look on my journey up the tree, where I kept to myself as the bark would have surely taken my tongue, and find such a smooth area to rest my lips. Beneath such a scarce presence of ease from the grooves which were set from generations upon generations before, lays what can only be known as veins to my kind. And past the forest inside a forest grows summer's children, the apple. As it gush's with life, l