climb, fall, die, repeat.
i am sick with teeth.
i am also sick with ideas running against each other head-long into the universe, only to, all too often, be snapped back at the throat just before reaching the birth canal into space and life, their umbilical chord is also their noose, ideas tethered by my weaknesses, choked off by fate, withered by neglect of their master and left to suffocate in the void of the stars and the unknown beauty of imagination.
i am also sick with ideas running against each other head-long into the universe, only to, all too often, be snapped back at the throat just before reaching the birth canal into space and life, their umbilical chord is also their noose, ideas tethered by my weaknesses, choked off by fate, withered by neglect of their master and left to suffocate in the void of the stars and the unknown beauty of imagination.