If there was a chance that you might read me, because as I said “her whisper remained unfinished” even after introduction, then descent’s toppling of elation would not be carried out in vain, as an incomplete collision might pile-up to awkwardness.

Through nocturnal clarity, a scene of split-level wavering. Interruption fails to halt the toll that has been ringing since ringing began. Sprinting on echos that lure and pack the changes that touch the sides of a life.

Such inaccurate pressure day-dreamt back into ease, coming up short of unshackled bicker by the charm of eye-catching grit. An iota of jeopardy left intimately flipped. Scattering simple plans to the core of repeat, she reserved one foot for the last step away from this distorted shindig, a reunion of the three I’s who in falling a year ago said:

At tether, all hurdles endlessly typify each other, unevenly sited as they are between expect and overcome. Creating space for more endings: this can go, this can go… (and go they do) frees all nosedives from air pressure.