the unsettling.

trilogy?

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frantic, as they come;

i wish i could write as obsessively as i thought, unsettled

on fast feet, pen tapping;

in my rage,

i would rip papers, smash ink bottles;

flying chunks of feathers and crumbles; splatters

on my wall; the floor of carpet beige, textures;

a strike of orchestras and violins playing

symphony, with my tears afloat;

as my head throws in slow motions, with quiet fury;

losing rigidity in structure; swiveling boneless,
molded by the space of time;

a sudden crash, abrupt;

every thing comes falling down; as i'm stood,

covered,
in blue from lip to toe.