As I balance the intricate dancing of my very vivid imagination, Ill let it play and vanish it’s display to the left of this page going backwards as heels bow to the ground, grand opening, white stockings with legs dangling a plie.

Grand closing to the notion that breaks exist where at first there is form

There is nothing to cease if the scene from my brain is not seen then, I question what am I seeing?

Brace yourself for the grace you sell that is not seen, you see I try to dig deep to find meaning in deceit I try to sit your seat to see that you sowed seeds in me, show seasoned me to your seniors.

I’ve seen yours, you said to me, except I’ve not seen yours accepting me

Let me see yours .

Accept this inmate .

Or the break is imminent

Let me know about you, the things you know about me.

I need a break from the things I can’t see.

Or one day I will find you and ask you and I won’t be doing it at work.

Accept the challenge.

Please