Fingertips rolled into glass by firm, foreign fingers. Smudged prints set down on digital pixel to prevent what? I wonder, if I will not pass this test. If my prints are so indiscernible as a direct reflection of my own smudged self, all mussed up all resisting pressure all holding up lines all making easy things very, very hard? I wonder, if I can be guaranteed similar ends, as fingers foreign, firm by glass into rolled fingertips- again.
What should have filled that ….
Sensible: (definition according to Dictionary.com)-
Cold is all relative to how well goosebumps match with shoes, just as rain is all relative to the shade of lipstick smeared across the tips of front teeth. Who knew God sent all these weathers just to challenge my…. wardrobe?
“Your current situation is not you final destination,” says me to myself as I am trapped in an elevator for days without water, common sense, or a goddamn bobby pin in brown.
Ink that flows through the lines in dry skin, bleeding out from dark lines put there by pen. Messy liquids flooding into the minute tracks of cells just one brush from flaking away.
Why is hair so damn important? It really is though. You could write a thousand lines on hair and never get it quite right. I suppose some people must. The way bra straps stick out, that’s how hair is. It ruins it all, just enough. Curls at the nape of a damp neck, the only kind of unintentional messy worth anything.
Velcro that won’t stick, easy made difficult, aren’t all things made this way over time? Modernity never meant simplicity, as zippers don’t work and bags won’t shut. Polyester makes a sound like me in the last chair of middle school orchestra. Don’t touch your strings to the violin, it’s okay, dear.