There is wondrous

multitude in savings of the heart.

Letting all the escaped emotions flee, would be me too much damage.

The frivolous, the crazy.

It’s all in the details and minutiae.

Studying the death of another and I’m caught up in these.

Still trying to make sense of it all, still grieving it all.

How dare me sometimes, but I just wanna know sometimes.

Keep flipping the coin in judgement.

And I’ll pick either side.

From time to time.

The ridge sits better.

Perfectly rightup, that’s where I want to sit now.