Somebody Stop Me

Out of breathe, scentless, making up an address to write stark notes to in intense ways as I intonate in jest, somebody swims within me, I let bread be dead, I hold onto it ethereally, I cross roads internally, I don't exactly know how to tell your person this- so here it is... This is like rivers of calm for somebody soft, but the same for war for my forging of tongue, two trips for the road, 10 for a kid, fear of panoply, or was it ***********? The randomness of fault of crust, the deepest void in earth, a swollen tree root exposing the real truth.