I comprehend that this plot is for the foolish and I am maneuvering
like I've got a broken paddle, waiting on your words to mend it.
I have tied myself to a pace that lingers incessantly with the humidity
unable to push the air molecules, our souls back together.
I'm remembering to care more about my relationship with me.
It's important to pull my keys off of the ring and lay them in order on my table top.
I can't be hard on the locks, yours and mine, no hammers aloud.
I have to deliberately create a vortex of creation with only three shiny keys.
Once they slide through, vibrations will be lifted.
The journey continues.
