Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

as promised one bad poem, and not spell checked too which is wonderful no?

Inconsistancy

Your indecision makes you uncomfortable,
balancing glass plates on both hands
which is more valuable? Which would you save?
Your brain screams "find safety!!"
pillows like mountains in the distance.
Slowly walking causes stumbles, shaking hands, and you´re to blame.
Eyes wide open as the world falls down

and your heart cries for the victims, yet your glass pieces did the cutting...


"I have no answers, only observations" me after reading my own shit.