Umbrage

Rocking manor, glistening rain, running vehement insanity. Sheer audacity flip flopping my fraudulent cerebrum. Propelling lovely tyranny. This is contagious.

I want to dwell, well in congenial. Waltzing, dancing through challenges of vertical dusk. Supplications in bright.

For me, life is like a Johnny-jump-up. Evaporating ambitious hopes; reverberation and covetousness, turning reveries into wonders.

Bah.

The quirky bubbles after bubbles; myopic cowry shells and hermit crabs; and my frivolous soul. It’s a long way to heavenly heaven. Lunar Moon and a Pluto.

As the thunder asunder, I, at rest in ponder.

I am a rockstar.

And you, the actress of midnight dream.