repeatedly repeating its self and no one likes that.

My emotions got clogged up under the weather and I think I might sink. I got tooling around,

thinking about the day that mine would mean more. I planned to let this conglomeration of

ridiculous fall, but my persistent imagination never fails me. Letting it continue on, running

my mouth and my hopes up the wall, it helped nothing. Each time it was on its way down

something would catch the corner and slowly, inch by inch, it would find its pedestal. Now I

see that it is the same mistake, without eye contact and a full brain.