Semi-inspired by when a computer shows it's (Not Responding) message...you know what I'm talking about.
Pulling, I'm pulling,
I'm not responding either.
Jumping jacks inside my mind,
A froggy essence.
My mouth wants to hopscotch over every hill
Though it feels to be, in a sweet sadness,
trapped, shut, and forgotten as devices go.
Just momentary spirits.
A sweet sad spirit.
the only vibrating
in all this