Verb as it is always in action, a relative, in motion, never quite what it ends up becoming.
Tends to favor ‘never quite enough, or way too much.’
It’s never right. It messes with us all our lives.
I know if I had more of it, I wouldn’t worry about wasting
where will you be? And are you innocent? Who could ever claim such a thing, unless you were an infant? And then, you would never have the consciousness to do so that’s really the only time the human race is absolved of irreparable guilt over just breathing, after so many years.
The silence is
Deafening
We have no Secrets 