don't exaggerate your smile, child

be a fanatic, be wild

flowers fell short from their pedals, all seeds will be spit to the dirt and delectation will not only rim, but saturate the lungs of every wise jovial thinker with each inhale of filtered oxygen; the kind that matters

for many, stretching the mind is a glass of wine never gripped and curiosity begs the hands of their keeper, touching what we were told never to do!

my scattered thoughts bread scattered words, yet your understanding never reached my importance-but what did?

everything that is held behind the eyes