this morning #41.

this morning, there was a lump. it wasn't intrusive but now she’d found out. it wasn't a lump. it just couldn’t be. it wasn't a problem. it isn't any of your concern. it's not a bump in your road. your road is smooth sailing. your sailing is uninformed. your jib is misplaced. your sail is mistimed. your tipping point lies. your metaphor cries. ha ha ha. chill. keep your thoughts to yourself. it's going to be ok. death or not. they’re both conclusions & whatnot. let’s lump them both together. we're all in this together until we're not. not like that matters in grave matters such as these.