Gravitational Matter

Laughter after the mind gravitates matter, Asked her answer is love just plastered? I cant feel my face in 6 shots of liquor, seeing stars not much a wisher, but not the man who badly bickers, scouting checkmate like bobby fisher. I can’t feel my face shots of sobriety, stare at myself insist apology, brain feeling like just sod to me, & pray though there’s no god to me. Still hold for an answer mind probably. Probably not but what do you got, though its not a lot, I have those right here I tide with a knot, weather I no or not, suffocating the brain with blood clots, till mind drops the plot, but soul just trots. But coward I am not. That’s never what its been, that’s never who I’ve been, cause life took a breath unfolding to begin.