bricks and feathers

blindsided. thats what i was. i hit by a brick thrown from the last autumn of spooky evenings... whereas my thougths, guestures, and intentions were not of any hidden agenda, but 100% genuine, pure as the whitest of snow. little did i know the boat in the harbour was haphazardly akwardly floating and drifting without a port to moor, that boat made of bricks can sail elsewhere, this dock is occupied... but still that freaking brick, that pseudo-key, its not pure- its been stepped on so many times it can't be fishscale..might as well be baby powder. how the hell does that have any bearing on what is now. give me a freaking break.. some things i've seen that have been betroved are familiar to some gestures i've seen; these observations are far from coincidental and more of xerox in my opinion, but hey, imitation is the most sincerest form of flattery.. gosh, how flattering... but why cannot i be there, to prevent akwardness? the ackwardness culitvated from seeds sown in the cover of night, i rest assured knowing the repciprocal is not eating the fruit of these bad seeds but still... i didn't do anything criminal, manipulative, decieving, i've got nothing to hide, because that's the damn truth; guilty of having feelings..or are there guilty feelings looming, hovering about. i'm looking around and no one is standing by my side, on my side, who's with me here?..*cricket sounds*.. damn. so apparently my feelings, weightless as a feather, are easily blown off, not so as the brick of others.. hit from all sides with full force..from where? well, thats already been determined. but as this cycle turns over and over i realize the bricks malformed will crumble and turn to dust, erroded and blown away with the wind on the any foundation they attempt to build and contrastly, grasping at the quill of the feathers allows ellicting of feelings that tickle the heart and soul, the down as insulation from the cold, waterproofed, remain protected against rain and stormly weather and will become lofty, as those same feathers are as of a bird, which flock understandably together, are able to soar, grow, and fly high in the sky towards Heaven.. omg, i pray it doesnt get ghey'er that this...LOL. i'm out. votd: Romans 8:35,37