"the prodigal son..."

it was the look beyond the dreadful eyes within.. comprised of the dimming shimmer scheduled to begin.. alone, i tried to compensate for my minds tearful dress... it was constrained by the fact that my soul showed no regrets... so its true that impulsive reactions help weave the womb... and also true that self awareness composes the room... for then my livelihood finally breaths, untroubled.. lessened by my darkened lungs, it was pitched but sutble...

befriended...entranced...blur stigmatics stuck around then suddenly...silence...envy and greed snuck around...

impervious fruits ripped like contentment... the eyes flickered moments before the incision... jaded bulletins of hopes and dreams slouched over, it was motionless.. the devalued granite ascended, none opposing them.. years of tiring searches has induced a frigit effect.. my organs no longer functioned as the fiscal parable came to rest... moral decay..rich, the thickness vanquished... views were that the torches had to be babied not tampered with... even though the haze has faded.... much success, agreements... they wish the opposite... we saw much disagreements... seams of deceit...it was only the long journeys that ended in strangulations... the embodied spirit...dampened...drenched...like abrupt accusations... dreams derailed off paddings of what was told... hold the young close...this wasn't the life they chose... and as hoaxes continue to contaminate minds... to further the future the absolute all must be left behind...