room for two

Once apon a place unknown, to any others aside myself, me and my phone, had it own perfectly disastrous design, unlike anything concieved from anyone of any kind. It allowed me to story what classically classified in a class less classy most poorly. Up roar, low score, scorned name, named WHORE, once more, rain will pour, minds will soar, look a raven "nevermore" My safe place had a lock and key chained with defenses from a status quo lead mostly unruley  blindly.  Once apoon a place i knew, id breath free from frustration, naive opinions, ridicule. Its not tangable nor on a map, created,.destroyed, defended, nor attacked. Its not my opinion but theory,when my eyes close my minds mostly-motivated not merely. Its the perfect place i fit quite well, securely yet severely too comfortable to tell, how as my mind gallivants and treks fearless of my own retort, rhythm or rhyme, my own plight maundered lacking intellect wont elect to ubject an object or effect at spec of a sec.  such a crime SOS emergency eject. All of a sudden un prepped out of time. Once apon a certain place that erased the days unwanted  waste, One day is gone with great haste. What fit so well, made wrong right made a false true and black white. Im feeling lost a bit new my safe place made for one now safely most comfortably fits two...