Static with Chaotic Notions

I felt small only just enough to enough to make my skin crawl,

hanging onto insignifigant rock-like grains of sand to ward off the breeze.

which one and who was i with when whatever happened on wednsday transpired?

Waiting in the wings of a liar, and I remembered leaving before anyone could remember me.

Parasitic in the purest possible pondering, as when recalling wanderings through winter parks

as i was wondering...

...what was the goings on with all the giving in while breathing out?

My life was a verse that disappeared because it was never written

feeding in while the mind starved without questions.

I could feel nothing, as i had never fed anyone else, holding on like eacjh thought was held in the highest

esteem.

Is ther a master plan with out a master?

This falsified grace will certainly devour the gods of the race

planting a seed without fortitude to watch it wilt in amusement.

It was slightly amusing to muse about such abuse.

I had abused the seed, placed