faux pas

There’s nothing you could do to make it better, better. Tunes spikes endorphins. Reading the lyrics are optional. Barren messages in coatings of melted sugar. Defeated by heat and evaporated into air. It’s essence are then nothing ethereal. I am in a constant rage, a never-ending battle with my eccentricity. A sculpture attracting grey pigeons but entices none. What can I ever offer that one … Continue reading faux pas