placid (never in the right mindset at the right timeset)

it really gets me when all i want to do is write (it gets me like a chomping croc gets a hold of your fingers between his scissor teeth)
when i want to write, not those boring hard-to-word facts but my buzzy soothing thoughts..
not quite awkwardly, you hold your blanketed breast in your hand
an attempt to keep warm
and you tactfully place babysoft fingers right beneath your nose, feeling the peachy connection of skin touching against nostrils&the groove leading to yourmouth. and at the same time your nose gains warmth and your brain sucks in the soft soothing scent of gentle jasmine all soapy. you like this. you touch your lips and smooth the shiny parts of your nails across the lineated valleys. such natural seducing touch.
your thick wet lashes droop and the heaviness due to the sweat laced across your lids tells you that sleep or some calming is in order.
see everything is so placid. but you wanted this then, and now when you have this now you're worried too much because you shouldn't be this placid, you need to stay focused. this happens all the time.
your mind is playing tricks on you. your mind never wants to stay sharp. he likes to linger lazily and i can hear him breathing heavily and rhythmically like his heart is heavy and he wants to sleep.
silly ole mind don't mind me
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