Twiddling thumbs against the air, fingers interlocked-everyone knows what your devices are conveying-vanishing distress is the best explanation for what is acquitted and ne’er. Without the connection to your hand, to your arms and to the rest of the geometrical shape, one is nothing more than an obsessive compulsive streak. It was not until I stopped the movements altogether that the inner spike of tingling heat brought forth the tang of the good fruit. I imagined a world where varying casts of wet crunchiness became more than just refreshing. With the mashing of the teeth, images bobbed and conclusions grew hasty and everything was correctly trimmed and abhorrently meek. My use of conjunctions was not elaborate but concrete, their genesis was desperate and warranted. Maybe I would always be polarizing, but because I was unwilling to spit the seeds, I finally had fashioned a group that was nutritious, loyal and vague. The only trepidation was becoming so unknown, that all that was random was in danger of being defined and explained. Burrowing inside-instead of living among-forever the antithesis of being greedy/shunned. Deftness slants the style of relief.
