If you studied it, circumvention. If you touched it, prickly. Disguised. If you wore it, itchy. A plaid, [worn] cloak. Seizing skin, red coalescent streaks. Inhalation, mellow. Mastication? It would be lengthy. A slow, breathy chewing. A knotting feeling. Stomach turns, every single day. Clicking along, forward standing still movement. Nonetheless, if you are cognizant, time bends//melts//strings itself together. Massive second hands. And if you want to know the truth, so are your thoughts. The forest is thick. Second hand. These are truths.
Lips part, as do all of the humans. So, if you are watching closely, it’s the details.
It is the details.