Stealing From The Dead

In the broad history of blatant frauds i had always wished i could remember how to breathe. My youth of calamitous relationships with breath helped to distance myself from that particular skillset. Please though you should really take a look at my resume. Its a vainglorious lack of effort committed lackadaisically to paper. Well it would be on paper if i wanted to pay the small fee to get it printed. Therein lies the issue my enemy the distance. It is all the distances fault. The meager paced between words and action. And this is the culture place and time for some glorious monuments to that. I waltz these dirty floors and i am slowly beginning to not care about my flaws. You have slipped through the cracks of this poorly painted wood floor. I am scared that the memories created in your voices inflection could trigger bad things. That is why i let you plummet. Wait a friggin armadillo of a second you aren't plummeting your flying and i see your wings. Just what i thought and that is why i tend to avoid thinking of you. Give me a medal or a ribbon because i feel like i am doing quite good at this whole endeavor. The winter is waiting at the door but this is the most uncomfortably hot i have been in a long time. There are a bunch of dead ends i would like to ride my bike around in. Well i would like to see some new vistas and streets. But these well trodden paths are good enough for the moment. Where though do these mistakes and lies lead? I can't see anywhere except disappointment. Wait that is just my reflection in your eyes. I read the definition of love in spoken form and i realized your lack of it. Should have noticed it there. It doesn't start that way and i must realize that. Or else i will be here again.