Leave concepts*!*!* for another day. Leave my eyes wasting away. Winding through underground pools and eddies on the sides of rivers. Rushing water washing my face away. It is smooth stone poured over me. Stone sticks me to one face sometimes. When the wind stops I lay and silence chirping birds- they forget how to sing for the moment. I like the music until it doesn't like me. That's how it is in those times. I am stone that stopped smiling. I would rather get stuck as a smiling stone. My friends ask what to do or say but I don't know what to do or say. I just peel away when it happens. I should peel faster before I say things. Nothings in my brain need time to sit and slow stir. Its a slow soup---hours and hours I think. Sorry I can't help helping me
