Mirrors Act As A Singular Form Of Purpose.

The distance is enough to miss her...

Just not quite enough, to love her.

We look for answers, as if the solution is something that we could all understand.

"Oh, now I see. -I am blind."

Quarterly Frequency.

A+ Chanical Feat.

Heart of valve, Its blood... normal.

The dulled, and senseless taste of copper.

Gun of petri, powder of fire.

Curling toes, gripping fingers...

Lessons learned, -feathering triggers.

Succinct...

Sugarcane lips, Palpitation kisses, Lisping whispers, Canvassing letters.

A bit of poetry. :)

I personally experienced a near-death experience 16 days after this post was entered into the digital-network (through a military-grade knife and an NAVY-trained personnel). Wildness.

"I smile, like drytears of emotionless eyes."

"We do not have problems...

Just undesired change."

"Forgiveness is simply moving forward."

The Slivers of Shillings

I’ve smelt this, like the raw inside of a fiery forge.

The heavens pounded upon the highest roof,

It became an effigy, one plotted lot of sand...

Burning beyond the sound chosen by its flame.

Here thee hands, of tips, and gears  sing in the scrapyard.

“What shall I be? Who is this person? Does it... Do we, change?”

"Shattering/disintegrating bullets. A thin/loose casing helps to contain the rounds before impact, that can dissipate at a given distance, which then allows the projectile to burst into tiny pieces on contact with the target."