im feeling a little...out of...sorts
its all just a little
if only i could
but
and then
and that doesnt make it any
cuz the words just wont
little snippets of
drenched in
oozing pieces of
with the roar in the sky of the
planes overhead
and the beer bottles clinking on the porch
next door
with the talking and the loudness
wafting in the
and i cant formulate
theres single strands just
and its all very
but theres no
cuz the words are just
slightly out of reach
and im slightly out of sorts
theres this part of me
that was...completely undiscovered
thru no fault of my own i like to believe
but theres no...way to exactly know
which makes one completely overthink
and at this particular time of nite...
theres no one fluent in Samm-ese to explain me to me.
so perhaps its best...if i just...attempted to sleep. yes that sounds...delectable...cept for the part where theres these stupid little things gnawing away in my brain. and while i know they're stupid...they're still there...so maybe i should just grasp tightly to some words some person once said..
"its not stupid if its important to you"
yes. that'll do.
and that is all
'til.
