indecisions
I'm blind to the fact that that I know absolutely nothing.
2nd guessing my every first thought. When I'm more then certain
That both can reside in the same idea. Meaning that the 3rd option must be covered in gasoline and caught between two match sticks that can go on strike at any moment. That's combustible thinking with a placard that states I am not to be trusted within 200 feet of an old flame for fear of heat and friction reigniting a smoldering past that lied dormant from lack of communication.
Copyright © joseph randall | Year Posted 2025
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