Incandescent lighting paving the way to a better smile, useful and welcome is my outlook. The small sounds the big questions… my favorite taste just out of reach. Its like people can’t see what they need only want they want. Just to linger, adjusting there pace just enough to stay out of reach. Too small to see is the space I speak of, just enough to hide within… still this blind spot lingers. I say what you want to hear although I still hide, beneath the layers of time, just out of sight… out of mind. Do I question this fate… its odd sense of right and wrong? My own desires stir beneath just under the surface… enough still to stir the occasional ripple. Just close you eyes… listen… there in the background… it just passed. Time has a funny way of tempting you with chance… its a funny word… do you take one, do you tempt it… was there another one washed away on yet another ripple. Just dive in… just your feet wet… there comes a time when you swim or sink… so I jumped in the drink.
So what makes one’s self viable, what makes it possible… just how do measure the weight of one’s impact on someone… at what point are you viable… at what cost? Logistically speaking we are all viable… it just depends on the color of glass you are looking though… just how you reflect that person and what they see for themselves. Like minds don’t always think alike.
So I taste… just a nibble… to keep down this ripple… for the sake of one, to keep this simple. Shall that taste linger… fear not… I’ll be round when times get tough… and when the splinter seems too deep; I’ll use incandescent light to see things another way...
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