just when you thought

it speaks to me. runs along the line. a thousand days sleeping, a thousand collectives. to offer my opinion, to translate to you, it was not wanted, it was not thought over... it just happened. the heat has waned, the sound so tinny. the mouth too dry to offer that opinion. hunger never strikes. hunger unsatisfied. scratch, it just came out. i was eaten as i lived by the waters, i just asked for it. silently polite, it spoke to me. silently grafting a life. more than often i think things i cannot say. sometimes i make the mistake. slimy lethargy simply irritates to the core, next door's nose blowing antics bizarre. fog spread over killing animals...