Tsukiko74

So brisk and fleeting, it tumbles off the tongue and buries itself in ashes. The fear the expressions of dark anxiety pulling tightly. Tight like piano wires dancing to a tangled song. You can hear it, feel it, taste it, need it. It marks a beginning and an end. A solemn meaning a twisted word, murdering the charm. Pressed against your teeth with an icy stare. Yes, because all things meet it, see it, know it and endure it. We all have decided it is our fate. Brittle bones and dripping flesh moving to the rhythm life of life's thread. Keep moving keep going keep pressing keep trying in the end it's already been said....you will be dead.