What’s this page upon which i write these penned out thoughts caught up in the day to day
a stage to stand upon a soap box soaked up in boat rocks and sun clouds proud to be proud
aloud this shroud regret this fiend this greed these sheets all stained lovers and cold nights
withdraw the lights hedge your bets to regret it is all a dream nobody sees beyond the
shining sheen chaos and hurt smarter than hurt hotter than hell on high heels falling beneath
breakers at sea rolling tremendously on the floor of sand with pebbles in your hands.
these words mean nothing
do you understand.