Explosive mechanical.

Yesterday, Pheromone girl, with her vacillating magnetism
leapt out of her heart, for a short, transitory moment.
But just as swiftly as she had let fly on hands, feet and knees,
She crawled right back in.

Child: seize each moment.

Ebullient neophyte: let be your laughter,
for one straight moment.

Abjure that vim, if only to rid yourself of that puerile scent. [...]

i’m kind of lame, i guess.

the complexity of my inability to properly recuperate is often miscommunicated.
i’d like to say i’m falling all over myself in celebration, but i’m simply just another, run run (distilled).
it’s just that, yesterday, i was five (it’s oh so clear) and then i was eleven and thirteen and seventeen.
and yet i speak as though i have [...]