"You try to speak, But it's out of our hands"

Caution to you: Today I'm feeling terrible because I want to write but I can't settle down enough to do it. After listening to a few [of the nice] Ed Sheeran songs (yeah...choose which songs of his you add to your playlist carefully), I suddenly wanted to go off on a melancholy rant of gibberish and then put it to guitar music. But my attempt was destined to fail because as of now, guitar is not my forte, and so I made a salad-bugish poem instead.
Unfortunately for you, brave reader, this poemy-thing was composed and re-composed over different points of my day---some points when I wanted to write a song and some points when I wanted to write prose (and all when I was in differing moods).

It rhymes sometimes. But it's meant to be a crude rhyme in some places and no rhyme at others.

The tempo is slow. The words are abstract to the point of no meaning. Have fun.

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When we sing
I can see the stars beneath the blankets of the night
When you laugh
I can hear the rain from the sky
When it hits the sand

If you close your eyes

I'll sit and stay for a while

And you'll whisper hello to the strangers

And we watched the broken window

You'll glue it back together

I'll try to help

But I can't understand

You try to speak

But it's out of our hands

I can't help but pretend I see

Because even in the dark there's a firefly

Even when it's a simple truth

I't won't be

There's a crescent in the candle tonight

So breath
Breath it in
In and out
Take a break
Tear it up
Tear us down

Stand up in the tidal wave

Sing songs in the broken place

Because it's not far from here

No we're not far from there

So take heart

Take care

Don't remember to forget

What I've said and what you've seen

Let the silence take your head

And take your dares

Take your dreams

We were fools in the river

Washed away by a song

In the sound of the villages

In the cry of the town

And there's a teardrop on the moon

Up there

I'll hold you

In my heart

But you have to let me

Let me fall apart

Fall away

Out of your arms

'Cause I'm slipping through your fingers

Through your hands

In the dark

But we'll paint in the numbers

Because we're together

In this storm

For a time

And we'll watch it all crumble

In the weather

And the hurricane

And we'll try
Yes we'll try 
We'll both do our best

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Yup. Exhibit A of what it looks like when I want to write a poem, a song, and a novella all at once---and then mix it up together and add random bits and pieces to it throughout random moments of the day.

Oh! If you could only see what else is on the inside of my brain!
But nay, t'would be rather tragic if that were so.

I'm sorry that I don't have anything else for you right now. There are a few things that I've been wanting to share, but those things will have to wait.

Until another random time and place of K-Minty's antics,
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