Different property, same plane
Realizing, how, every element of an individual's moment of living is saturated with "timed" lessons: classes given when tasks' completed, or forced into after you've "competed". It's all happening, manifesting, on the same plane. A plane so high that one forces its seat, belt; buckles, so low that it's seen when he or she or them are and were squinting. Well, that moment is well passed.
Pearl of a necklace, dismantles
Restaurant on street 23rd, a plate of fish and chips so cold, and so evil- the lemon, squeezed, juice splattered over the hand of my wrist. The constraitment of my neck held me back. I, glanced at her but was unnoticed, that she never looked back
Baby closet, hangs after 18
The voice of them, so little heard but many sound. It is the residue, of them, it once resided next to my bed- crackled, my acl tears but still stood. Let alone, my fortune cookie still uneaten so forever unopened.
Kite that lights, lantern so stubborn
Too hard to think, pen I slowly rest- the edge of my table, already cracked, cracks a laugh so "he" tumbles and rolls. Floor that's smooth, very much so she assists "him" further. Picked up the pen, I then roll back.