The word for this week is unreachable. Simple enough.
I have gone through my generic repeating the word on loop, only to come out with poop... I had to. A clichè joke is the only thing I have going for me, the ideas are there but the implementation escapes me. I will time permitting assemble all the pieces and make something work but that will not be now.
A big part I got stuck on was the prefix un- I kept putting it in front of everything and still was unable to find something satisfactory. The pieces just did not fit, every thought seemed uninspired.
10 minutes to the show... I have to fucking write something right now.
No matter how unreachable I feel the fragments are in my mind, the thoughts I must remember do reside in MY mind. The ideas are merely delayed. My mind is merely a bit frayed.
In a world of decay, we are all lost in the fray, although it is something I strive for, an unreachable heart. The world is showing that this is wrong. It works perfectly when it is just yourself, but it does all around you harm.
With unreachable hearts and preachable minds, there is no one to hear the silence in our crimes.
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