living loose...

Free to speak. Intended tongues never lie. Afraid not. Voices are heard and captured in eyes. Living loose is the key. Honest and to the point. Spewing truths and harsh realities. With no fucks given. Forcing words to create lil stories. Versions within phases of life. Every line telling a take. Never shying away from coming to life. Creating something that relates. Or forcing the bittersweet to surface. It doesn’t matter. Feelings need not apply to useful content. There’s always one batter.  Twisting ur glue. Perceiving written diddles in their own way. Blurting out from the cried. Yet, it’s just me writing my life away. Enjoying topics free to breathe. Released for sight to dig in. To know isn’t a thing. Thoughts find letters with so much to give. As pure as each definition is felt. Woven with intellect. Overstepping boundaries. Bleeding the pen’s best. Wide the fuck open. The mind fiddles about. Creatively so smooth. And all of this is without sound. Although that lil voice whispers. Listen. It isn’t new in your head. It’s the real you that’s been missing. Reading along. Teasing ham’s that go unheard. I let loose. With having eyes that lurk. Indulge in a moment. Either biting a lip or grunting to self. Maybe with a pfft like I ain’t shit. Possibly making a heart melt. Curiously I dibble down dribbles of ink. To see what comes next. What lingers on. I don’t know what to expect…