contrition

it seems my lips are sealed.
a number of things get in the way of sound. objects are obstructions more often than not. i heard once, that nothing is sound. nothing is sound. nothing is sound.
once twice three times
am i a lady or just a female? i will be a woman after God's own heart. my heart has leanings and longings enough to fill up several lifetimes. i only hope that i can forget about mine. all my longings lie open before you.

d is for dissonance, distance, and disdain

i know what i want and ought to have. i am no good at pretending otherwise. i am no good.
no good
no good
nothing is good
there is nothing new under the sun and i won't consider this to be something new.
it's old. the oldest.
the overs.
covers
lovers
pushers
shovers
everyone is away. distance is less a vacation home and more a point of origin at which i remain fastened.
i will play
you won't listen
we should have been friends