Some Days

Some days no time of day regardless of rumors washed up among the seashells just a general sense of encased blurring be it the sun the clouds the very orbit of yourself in the undying sensuality of valuing what you don’t feel compared to what you do feel asking who can take you by the hand to the invisible shore line of the question is that all there is however other people are inevitable says one innocent bystander to another nothing serious the other replies