Paranioa

Waned and weary with only toil and trouble my limbs could only travel this journey tired. . In my head to in my mind -which coincidentally were not the same thing- thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech. My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel: Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night, my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip, secretively shushed into silence never ever to be a quick quiet find for any of us.