writing and blocks, search.

Those words are all from me.

My heart palpitates.

I feel it through my chest.


I panic at the thought that this might all just be.

Like out there, but a face in the crowd.

easier if I grew stilts.

I'd teeter totter through this world.

I stumble, mumble. Unknown.


Vibrations can hold nothing over everything.

A glimpse of times felt through a recorded mental state,

re-record. Absorb.

One in a crowd, expunge the might.

Under the cobwebs, a Phoenix, shine.