Truth, Thoughts, Dots, and Things

the middle of this paper plate is greasy like my heart nine hours of cleaning did not matter in the later end the dining room table is cold and seems to be crying for me i listen to the air express blankness to my wax-filled ears i am wishing that i had some chalk and an eraser right now maybe i could formulate and rough blueprint to right the wrongs maybe i could try to write the same lame poem a hundred times until it feels good to me no matter what, words are burnt water in the scalding pot of reality's nucleus all i did was make it a poisonous vapor until it became a monster in the room i am no carpenter that can fix life and love to be the way that i want it in articulate perfection all i know is the reason why God nodded His head when our eyes met in the all and all of honesty, i would still choose you and defy the possibility of an inevitable fate real life must be lived without the unhealthy sport of avoidance knowing this, i am alway willing to try simply because you're worth it....