Crossroads…

Dirt dust flowing with the flow of wind blurring sight. Heated breaths stink up sound as a weapon released for the fight. Buried in dry lips is the good forgotten due to time took too long to give reason to the madness. Wasted thoughts rotting the memory is what’s left of the misfortune of unwanted happiness. Stones move figuratively through the air but never crack glass houses where monsters breed. Motions aren’t seen on the backside of a blind spot where friends tend to gather for the feast. Whispers flutter like a birds whistle until everyone knows just one version. Crowds shift as scopes seek foes hiding in the diversion. Scented pillows fade when cleansed of the filth that was once in display. Walls trap minds needing desperately to live outside the box far from the dreams that can’t escape. Concrete bridges don’t burn like the wooden Pinocchios that face fucks life. Showing teeth in a smile etched out so beautifully tastes more venomous lies than a snake can bite. Crossroads rarely have roundabouts for merry go rounds to perform relations shit show. Tide in tide out is every other day of wondering when a floatation device will save a home from before it erodes. Sight blinks as faces change expressions quicker than promises are kept. Trust is a word that’s chewed up and spat out for convenience’s ability to prioritize what matters most in depths. Growth at max capacity is complex in its complicity to outgrow patience waiting for a real use. Ends remind beginnings of the flaws that haven’t been corrected as two fingers wave a truce…