Haunting our own Houses

It was a heart bled into one cell of grief. In the bodily way. can't talk sense into your sleep, stomach, nerves as you don't get the choice here. through the mountains of molassas and quick sand. fall down or climb up. it's an unwanted risk. some stupid crossroads where once in your life things are black and white. if you could just wipe the fuzzy gray clouds from your eyes to see it. i would love you for having the same cloud over you. A blanket of common incommonality. Probably the path of most resistance is waiting for you and for some reason thanks for the opportunity- love.