#aeck

You’re correct, and I hear ya. And since I respect you, I won’t take up much of your time! 

I only have one counterargument: 

Imagine Daneel holding baby Dors. 

mind frames are glaring

the leaves are sharing gravity participation

otherwise an annoying walk where the volume of headphones couldn't be enjoyed

snuck up on and mocked by a tweeker on a bike - that's some of our luck

seeing an almost thirty year old poster on a door at my family doctor's office was too surreal

an old, exhausted food pyramid

immediately reminded that immediate family is thinner

I didn't know if writing down a certain name would make me feel something or not

I still don't because I didn't

the visit felt so short, at least afterwards a walk home where one could zone out was had

hardly feeling healed

arrive home with nothing but phone numbers and reminders to sob

reality enclosures pop up in forays against mirages

a place for training heart and hands while notions attempt to expand

nothing known and everything felt

dwell? no thanks, not this time

melt with music

quell amusement noticed in anticipation

now a mentality is the setting more than ever

an endeavor to find a new togetherness that's relevant

the elephant in the room is hell bent

it is the memories.. memories! memories?

everyday energy taken from us

depleting - yet somehow we adjust

the rooms shrink and grow at times

remembering after static scenes

having another one of those days it seems

snapping on the inside until the breathing cannot hide

but that doesn’t matter just activate assurance that you can survive

forever off wave

recognizing that the lengths of alienation are currently extended

bent memories are so boring

but the writhing is enjoyable to watch, isn’t it?

urge me to omit free flow drawn from bashing distraught nature

or argue with me over the artistry of word gore broadcasts

consider this a dare

why would there always need to be a theme?

watch the brilliance of indirect honesty gleam

because it gives you a way that you can say it seems

advocate habits aren’t helping, are they?

and answers hold air, don’t they?

couldn’t expedite a reunite and now all is expelling

unwelcome - it would be cordial to stop signaling

there are many types of statues

seasonal statues like snowmen seen more often in certain places, compared to others, but less overall now

plastic statues everywhere - it doesn't just take sculptors to make statues a fervor for money will ensure carbon footprints are at least as deep as dead elephant blues

statues serving as awful symbols to topple a chance to show that we've collectively learned, or that some of us are trying to

the statues that conditions turn people into we've had to wonder about our friends going still so often, haven't we?

learn to apply your statues because you are simultaneously gaining and losing too many statues each day

atmosphere rendered awful by erroneous emotions

reaching the limit of rot recycle

sequences of neglect lure thoughts back to the innate wrung neck

inaccessible advancements at this time

off-putting and original come as a pair

magnetic to owned defects

continuing to convey the character cramps

what is it like to be bolstered?

what is it like to not be busted?

questions that help the crying start

collapsing yowl heard inside every day

just breathing through capacity blemishes to the fabrications

learning to take back the OK

you doubtlessly deserve that

advancements inaccessible at this time

damned by propulsion ineptitude

hoping help will arrive and recognize the type of autonomous muting the author is undergoing

there’s no end - going from broad to bony

the boomerang task that is mending depletes the desire to be charming

propping up my dead and deflated, bloblike romance with a board that has the word “momentum” carved into it

nocturnal subconscious in the lead

mood cycles shouldn't mean self-hate

kindness apparitions emerge

efficiency ceasing eases up

an uncertainty inciter is exciting

strange and alluring oddities

turn aside notions but don't turn that person away

formerly firmly fixated upon

a more outside form of human - they were themselves

a room of mirrors reflecting all of my missteps

marooned but still reaching towards generative liberations

wondering what it's like to rate high on the worthwhile scale

fastened down - receiving intended regale after initiation

rigging two old colors for the present day third eye

psychic tubes and contorting forms of sentience

mending a channel before divining runes that I didn't understand

inner attention expanding clairvoyant induction

mundane surfaces shouldn't be the purpose of a re-aim

continue targeting the time that we all are running out of

relief tears after lifting continuation fears - thank you

awareness of legitimate folks will keep this skull yolk burning

collected warnings to avoid the occult

but that's only if I don't divert from the spread

I am an abstractionist without their tamed animal anymore

maybe that's why I'm so eager to explore

in agreement that remedial treatment would be helpful

factual gratitude helps in not feeling so dead

another coincidence storm

alias graveyard sparsely adorned these days

with lessons on the recesses of my mind

stretching into the supplementary after surpassing archaic identities

imprinting my proximity to entities with earned strain

drawing squares with my fingers in imaginary sand

not cognizant of the conveyance

there's no something to say - just classic reaction essence

far-flung freedom to my favorite mortal curiosities