Expect.

Why did it fall... it opened... released.
Sweet beats of discovery of being hold dear, like a last breath or a small trinket of life
frail skins of the rope attached to the porcelain
unravel and tarnish...weak were this strings but so strong was the beats.
Why does it do this, protected it...it was disloyal to say the least.
No idea was the mind, separated from parts to the soul.
Cruel. Unjust. Rationality was our sanity..rationality was our weapon...our tool..our vice
It left when this opened. Cruel, wading waters. Cold harsh winds. It was perfection to say the least, the purest mineral running through these veins, leaping songs in my life, now it turns poison. Tarnished, unkempt, such haste lead to this. Bitter, bitter taste.
How I wish experience came, maybe thirty years, the knowledge.
I don't know what to make of it, rape perhaps..should I came thee stolen?
Should it be yelled out that I was bare? Untarnished until the hums of utter dependency came.
It is I, who let it fall, I did not caught it. It is I who have these marks in the memories and the porcelain to bear. I should have kept this covered. I should have no expectations, no offers. Realization was the point we missed. I found it unconditional and felt your shades. Perfection. Ignorance is you. Independence is you. I envy that.