Bed Day 2

Comfy cosy trap caress my back until it locks,
until it aches
Stay awake watch the day fade away.
What can I say?
I’ve made it this way on my own.
No tone.
Nothing else.
Alone.
Cracking sounds
Popping sounds
Bound
Cushioned floor
Body falls
Ignore
All of what surrounds me is speaking to me
My mind is crying yet it too is stuck in this soothing torturous trap
What have I done?
This is no fun.
No fun.
Marked days uncompleted
Can you remember what was reached? What you did with it?
No.
What did you feel? What did you think?
Incomplete.
Tell me what the bright-side is doc.
Well, the days following allow for change, for growth, that is where you’re headed.

In a dream the marked words are 200, and I remember thinking “pft, that’s easy, I do that all the time anyway”. Truthfully, with this refined tongue, new wrinkles formed on the brain, I feel immaculate.
I feel the ease, the pleasure, and also the challenge given to the self.
I have larger steps to take, but I will fill this plate with the correct portion size as not to overwhelm this being.
This time, it is flowing from me.
Brushing over these teeth, causing them to fall out effortlessly, into a box for gifting.
I missed this feeling.
I dreamt of pancakes.
I dreamt of dogs who crave such pancakes.
I acquired these pancakes and they were left sitting in the background, just like my work I marked and barely touched.
It is like a loss of office appetite, and I will work around it.

I see the lights with my eyes closed.
I hear the ranting voice in the song.
I am.

Management is severely important.
I will become friends with it, I will learn to master it in my day.
Appreciation flows freely in me.

I have thoughts of technical change, for the ringer, for the call, for the devices used and all. I am unsure of where that will take me, though excitement flows freely in me, as if mimicking the Lemon well.
Proud.
I am unsure of how I deviated from home so easily, though I think the culprit was tone, and in altering tone I missed the mark a bit, but it is a work in progress nonetheless.
The dreams mean what I create them to mean.
I want pancakes, but do I feel like making them?
No, not really.
I am still in this cosy trap, but I assure the reader, that this adventure does not end here.

Yesterday, well at the time of posting this, last Saturday, I rested for an entire sun rise, rose for consumption, then crumbled back to safety, limbs falling to the safety of the cushioned cell.

I do not appreciate my attachment to the portable devices.
I am unsure why, though I suppose it is worth exploring.
Lab transplants are had in mind, the systems, the works of art –­ candy for the eyes, for the mind, freeing the soul.
Pretty.
Those are the goals for a future numbered collection.
No more tired feeling.
No more whattt??
Nope, it’s time to be sleek, to be fast slowly, super speed.
Mhm, I see you’ve noticed my new skates, how observant of you.
I’m prepared to take off, and you know what? This trip will be made possible by bell ringing taco corp; burritos for days!
Don’t ask me about the hair, I mean you can but just don’t, okay? I’m having a way with what comes naturally, I’m watching, I’ve become the dreaded watcher.
Maybe I always have been? But what good is such if there is not a crumb that fits my taste? I shall not beg, I shall choose, I shall be the pickiest when it comes to crumbs.
I am exploring the corners of each new room that pops up, not the closets though, those are scary. Sometimes they lead to new worlds, sometimes such worlds mirror my own and it makes it creepy, chilling, and I am without my coat.

I seek the reality, but also each layer between such, dancing through each realm, each section met by me.
I find myself pleased by the art of which created new lands in the minds of the see-er, of the creator, it is the greatest crumb, having sweetness and a savoury note, a forever satisfying taste.

We have met the table which provides beverages for quenching thirst.
I shall drink, plan my steps forward and continue the run.
I want to ensure my steps are ahead of myself.
What is behind will be used to correct these steps.
Bed day over, rise.

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