Spotted hands

Comatose sleep.Crackling bones.Good food.Busy house.Rushed mother.Sweet coffee.Hopeful plans.Shopping trip.Long legs.Old stories.Buried emotions.Sad conclusions.Conflicted heart.Smothering crowds.Earthy uniforms.Mood swings.Unjustified behavior.Bloody rage.Tiresome errands.Yellow flowers.Miserable reflection.Loaded hands.Tense arms.House clothes.Coconut delight.Vocal kittens.Raw walnuts.Shy sun.No cooperation.Eager folks.Blue socks.Autumn shivers.Kitchen duty.Distracted mind.Haunted songs.Pointless phone calls.Black fingers.Crimson rimmed glasses.Lost words.Returning party.Family lunch.Second coffee.Hurried actions.Lovely brother.Traditional pictures.Pretty house.Spotted hands.Cold tomatoes.Insistent cats.Chilly sunset.Random conversations.Loud speakers.Early return.Sick mom.Silent steps.Tricky soup.Divine music.Crazy friends.Freezing toes.Playful creatures.Surreal fantasies.Berry tea.Clumsy hands.Rebel curls.Flat pillows.Obsessive song.Shattering voice.Moody spine.Tired prayers.Future plans.Nightfall.

P.S. The days when I can't articulate who or what I am are the hardest.If I can't translate myself into words,then what?What am I left with?Telegrams and dots.Oh,well...