— [“How I feel, is not necessarily connected to what I would prefer to think
How I operate, is not necessarily my personality;
I am clueless, a writer’s block in motion
“cock-cunt” blocking my potentials that I did not know
— do not know, how to exactly cultivate…
and I feel lonesome all the time…lonesome in my blood”]
…and I plagiarised myself, we can have a “lol” to that, or can’t we?
because I am sometimes numbed. Sometimes left wingless, on the way to grow new wings
and the cocoon of the wait and weight sometimes bore me, but bores into, I am borne to be born in each consecutive packet of truth and time; I want more and more, wider and wider, but a halo like the gullet that swallows food. I need my heart to be oceanically gradual.
So I am tested for tides. I am a tide in a little vein.—