surfing through you now, no secrets to discover, just some pixel dreams

cyber shifting bits
eatings away at yr eyes
break away, please !

digging through the dirt
of cyber space man made dreams
no words, just clutter

digging through the dirt
no sunflowers are grown here
instead, pixel dreams

lushworker bites soul
scavenger pleads for no more
its a no win here

it's a sticky muddy feeling tonight, caught on the tongue and in the cracks between the teeth. it's been that way of a late, with words anyway. senses have shifted, adjustments have been made.
things arent good but things are definitely not bad.

the words are lost i guess.