My heart is flipping. a mazed like a bird flying for the first time
no news comes to amaze this heart, the heart is always bored
the changes come like a huge anxiety or complete misery on the way, misery starts coming and never arrives so it can leave after
new nothingness happening
every thing seems small and empty
so is this heart
so is my writing
it is a small area just to set a place
and endless time because the stupid writer forgot to set the time!
any novelty can rescue this heart
no way a tragedy can actually happen
it is all a small surroundings of what? or even who cares!
anther volcano explode but nothing can be moved in this dead nothing
what a terrible plan of life
no one to execute it
I am not here for my plan
and the plans keep showing on my doors
I go blind
but anyway I see just the same, there is no shame in the island of bad minds
lovers, lovers, lovers
no defeat is facing me nor even a battle
some words make lovers and the same words attract rakes
taking the pain in sips, delicious fragrance, strong beautiful stink
I love losing people and meeting my soul
I take my soul and run very fast and looking around shockingly finding that there is world, running in the world, killing the monuments, putting some feelings and revising some reactions to put them like weird odd slogans
I am making no life
Go to heaven be semi happy
you are losing me I am your leaves
Do it like a doer
don't do it like somebody not going to do anything
kill the status befo're the raven does
kill me lover with a sword of brave love
let it take my bride away
and wed me to the endless sorrow even deep
l am not apologized anyway
but I am sorry I am the bride of sorrow
I am a swimmer in the deep
I go deeper. I don't care
everything looks like surface
your eyes matches your hair
I like them . But I don't care to go near
space over space
No way for similarity
no way to go into space
Rules
These people
Are alot7It happens for some fellow if just tried
better not to try
Stay the same
keep rolling
change and refreash always in the way,and coming the same
fuck it
what's wrong
Cute animals are being friendly
don't be a reflextion
Communicate in your rythm
there no rules
rules will be over
just make them implied
what's the matter with the things?
A wave
A new wave of energy coming my way, it moves quickly.
no one tries to be nice everything is nicer than a commentary talk about how nice it is
I think our talk should be rewritten and re-performed
what is it about feeling unsafe, disgusted underdog?
all the good things started to happen to me when I grew up, started to receive gifts and made friends. things started to glow.I have been in love and my heart broke.
She felt your body, it was just a bearer.
Walking through the depth of calamity. Nothing explains why the flowers flourish in the dead yard like a memory.
Enthusiastic emotions follow my lines of horrors and stimulate the serenity inside of me.
A lot of hands came and hair dressed your horrors "don't panic" is a simple order from the hands.
In our ingredients we should take a magnifying glass, with a splash of time, time like a bed sheet that can cover your body. Because of your long legs you wished to be shorter. Your wish was granted. Something shortened you or maybe you shortened yourself. She saw you in your walk. You walked like a cloudy sky. You yelled at yourself because you couldn't yell at anyone. You kept yelling in torture" I am not a seducer. I am just a party of Windows falling from the sky. I am a sound of face slaps. I am a gift from a less mighty god".
You led her to hell. You poured the triviality on her. She loved to escape. In the way in, in the way out, in the way between. The movement trapped her. She cooked you the hell. She immigrate you like the most trivial thing.
She remembered how you felt. She remembered your heart. You fell the scene wonderfully set. Your body was out of it. she touched you and washed your washed. She felt your body, it was just a bearer.