I've become more honest ( Read more... )

I came down
some people speak in plain language
so plain that it becomes significant
true like my cloudy skied words so more like tumbling fog quenching thirsts

My clavicles are like this so I can suck my head into my shell at any time, and have dialogue with my echos, which I also arrange on variously placed and misplaced shelves. Rolling down the hill, the clutter gets thrown around. The darkness inside makes me guess that the top shelves are the bottom ones.