touché

I feel sad yet I suppose I must not cry. I am a grown-up and grown-ups do not cry anymore. They are too old and content to do so, but grandpa says I am his grandchild that I am too young to keep secrets.

“You’re still a tiny baby for me,” says he.

So I cry.

word |wərd|

noun

a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with others (or sometimes alone) to form a sentence and typically shown with a space on either side when written or printed.

I have a thing for words. I like them when they happen to be

cryptic,

bipolar,

and

ambiguous

as they perplexingly and halfheartedly inform you of a thing one's kept in secret.

Realm of Thought

In your realm of thought where anything can happen

In your realm of thought where anything doesn’t have to be something

Please beware,

who are you to know what you want?

who are you to want what you know?

Your spasm of brain ended by a heavy gasp

Fuck the doom

Go hail a cab