just tired

I want to ambush every inch of hope.
Fornicate your whimsical dress that really goes well with your hair.
A foot in every lame excuse to proceed is a very laid out plan according to you.
Withered, folding, wielding, scraping and anxiety kicks in.
An occurrence, then suggest that anxiety and fear were better friends.
Was it [...]

borrowed presentation

I seem to recognize your face.
Haunting familiar, yet I can’t seem to place it.
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name.
Lifetimes are catching up with me.
All these changes taking place.
I wish I’d seen the place but no one’s ever taken me.
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away.