Mashed'''',,,, Squished and Stitched----

Sighs yet again a fold here, a crease there origami wings that are limp, drenched looking pretty lonely and pathetic under, that, crying, sky, , , , , , , , ///// It ironically fits well into the day that is filled with cracks, that spills into the evening---- s h a t t e r e d eggshells that can't be beared to be buried, only placed carefully with the dried leaves... If only for a moment, I keep my cradle of tears at bay, as I let the moon do the weeping for me. A mental tracking back of the weeks, days, hours, minutes; Let the scientist return to inference Walk back to the time of hope and grief-- The dendrobium. The grasshoppers. The twisted bonsai. Looking behind, the footprints are still there... . . . .. Wash them away with waves of laughter, Erase all vestiges of me. Forget I was ever here; that should be easy ...I never meant much to you anyway 214a22801012016 This is a mash-up of sorts of several writes of mine. I stitched it up with some lines. Very rough, I know, just felt like squishing some of my writes & edits together.