Reflections

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Reflections upon ordinary

Leaning back against the wall to listen how boring talking might be. It is an ordinary household and I always bluntly despised it. I never contrite about it, I feel like I am not for these stuff, I am miserable at that. My drawers are messy with the piles of clothes. Whenever I thought of this, I would better get a nudge to start tiding up. A friend who drops into usually grows uptight with the seen. I would not even wonder them saying, ‘her vanity is colossal’. This is certainly the reason to squint at me with revulsion. This is a valid form of acceptance unacceptable. I retract the suggestion of independent freedom while there is an emotional and mimic intrude. No implorations for me needed, it is conceivable to play the music and cleanse the drawers to the perfect degree, but I am consumed with other matters in my head. Still contemplating made me to draw a blank, as I have not obtained the absolute explanations to the things happening. I am so courteous, but my seriousness bring others startle. Well, pleading serves me rather better then commands. I could even entrance and be entranced with the ideas that springs to my mind. Being an apologetic witch, I am able to bewitch as sorrowful as possible. Disentanglement is exceptional. This is the story of a messy witch, but do not wince in vain, as I wield the world conciliatory.  There is no point in fending me off. No jokes, my charms are nothing more, but a common serendipity.


Submitted: June 03, 2021

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