Bittersweet

How weary, a foot can be, placed one following another each one a brother slightly splayed one following another but never, truly together. How, easily can a mind be spliced torn roughly apart like a peach from its stone—sacrificed. Ripped roughly apart but never, with a total, disregard. How tiresome, a heart can beat. Breath after breath not finding a moments breath replete breath after breath brimming, full but yet full of conceit. Heavy like golden ears of wheat we hang our heads as if life were something obsolete we hang our heads thou others are no less bittersweet.