Dearth Demise

Satiety help me I have inhabit of this world. Extant upon its designs to be more aimlessly fluttering at the window, to shadow all the patterns it offers each sun. In frames far as eye I draw my words towards a juggler's shards as if our fallings-down our deaths occurred but did not involve a lot of colloquialized arm movements, the body language throws. Thus the shape of your silence when it speaks me is different than mine in saying you, though both of them resemble that spasm hymned as repose lifepause a happen of sorts the way the horizon's a long way without meaning to.