First off, I would like to GREATLY apologize to everyone for going MIA for like 4 months. Summer has been hectic! I will try 2 start updating 'Reborn and Forgotten?' ASAP! Well, I was feeling sorta blah and this is what happened! Hope you enjoy it! Let me know!

Drowning

Above the beam, all is virtuoso.

Between the seams is crumbling buoyancy.

Craving, yearning, desiring for something further.

Impetus to wake, to respire.

I observe him and it impairs.

The coerce is foremost but I'm always belated.

How prolonged is this dawdling age?

Relations are ever present and miraculous but on no account are they sufficient.

I'm weary.

Exhausted of being administered the stunted base of the stick.

Time for an alteration.

Time for me to institute an assemble of making a distinction.

For the world to detect me.

Not by what they observe but by who I am.

It feels so near but distant enough it becomes an impervious torment.

No one can comprehend.

He can terminate my affliction.

What did u think? Let me know!!!!!!!!

Thanks,

Sarah