emo elmo
a whodunnit and a hoodwink away, i lay
coddled and cuddled amongst the blankets and the pillows
an entrapment of comfort for
the same self that melds
into whatever purpose he has be wrought
the aspirations and the espiration
of all that lay before
i'm just not myself these days. sans voice and energy, i've become a sad sad shell. an irritable shell of a hamster.
so many dreams are just out of reach, so many thoughts just at the tip of my tongue. a veritable conjuctivitis, colouring corneas and visions in a sticky mess that seems to never end. homage to my science roots, i suppose.
the life of vagabondage never seemed to attractive, the drive to strive more onorous.
coddled and cuddled amongst the blankets and the pillows
an entrapment of comfort for
the same self that melds
into whatever purpose he has be wrought
the aspirations and the espiration
of all that lay before
i'm just not myself these days. sans voice and energy, i've become a sad sad shell. an irritable shell of a hamster.
so many dreams are just out of reach, so many thoughts just at the tip of my tongue. a veritable conjuctivitis, colouring corneas and visions in a sticky mess that seems to never end. homage to my science roots, i suppose.
the life of vagabondage never seemed to attractive, the drive to strive more onorous.
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