Unstable thinking marked by things unmoving, unrested, unresisted.
Educated in stupidity and intellect.
All stroked by my unmentioned pride and diamond colored eyes.
Shadowed by you.
0-5-4-3-2-1-0 is an indentation of my infatuation
in a struggle that does not know me
but mold me into seduction,
sophisticated, sidity, scrapes of silence.
You see I am the cherry colored candy coated creams
that you dare to dream was in your climatic atmosphere
and instead of being here or there
I choose to incline myself in infatuations
that make my situation better.
Better yet I make it look sweet
while I sleep with one eye open and one eye closed.
I suppose because you wish you were me.
While I sit back and look at purple skies sitting on purified lies.