Intense players whip shuttlecock in persistent strikes as my eyes dart from side to side Flipping pages skipping passages like jittering teeth body naked in icy water
Swallowing angry tides Lungs sucking for air hands feet desperately pushing against the engulfment of dark dreary vastness Rather shady.
Annoyance kicks as the espresso flares a heatwave of caffeine Frying my brain liquidating dark lapses by battling in batting eyelashes
Dullness enters in its sloth-like chill floats through crime plot written in plain style. Prints inked on plain paper for patient people Patient like paper prints to people.
Perhaps for patient paper people but sadly I am not a paper.
Jadiebutterfly - I shall finish the book I started this morning . Always the truth. 🦋