viscosity

A strange thought crossed my head.
Viscosity
perfect word to describe this state.
Imaginary bubbles of air and water… relief.
Back to charcoal black thick viscous.
Dense and swift.
A fall and a suspension.
An embrace is what it needs
A warm simmer… to set the charcoal flowing.
A chance is all that is requested.
And never granted.
Is it so hard.
Or is it not my destiny.
Is there a destiny?
Days of the week all jumbled up… boiling hot…
Time burns.
blisters from the past..

A 100 degrees.