ramblings from the green book

heres a piece from my green Writers Notebook, its dated June 25, 2008 4:34pm:

Waking up to new fear and lost expressions. Trying to piece together the moments of undecided smiles. Touching the moments of sheer reasons to not move, not say, not want and not believe.
Honey. The sweet aroma of the natural substance, too intense to eat, and truly an astonishment of sweetness to hit your senses.
Grease and unmoving, a layer of each brings deep such a distraction of choice and reasoning.
The back aches, like an awakening of a third republic? The feeling of flesh being ripped away from the bone. The staining nerves and muscle impulses.

-taibah out