What is fault when all things silenced?
Sometimes it’s best not saying anything to keep things low.
Ask around? Must you be first?
It’s impossible to move from all the mud surrounding these very feet.
I am complicated.
I can’t make it bolder.
Should a tarot come and tell me what I want?
That I do not expect.
At times I question, I get scolding as an answer.
I guess I should have seen that coming.
Holidays are the sum of all miseries.
When the mind begins to think, all logarithms appear.
And then everything is plastic.
That’s only a piece of my shattered thinking.