I will never understand why you
Do the things you do. Or why I
Just cant ever seem to help you.
But I am glad you are in my life,
Even without talking, I guess I
Know you are still ok by the feeling
In my heart every time you
Cross my mind. Is that enough
To know thzt a person means
More than everything to you?

Anyway I just wanted to say
I miss hearing from you. I love
You so very much. Have a good
Evening please. Oh and don't forget
To remember me so I can
Remember not to forget you.

With love,
Your dreamer forever

I miss you, there is no denying it.
without your grace I feel unfit.
You glow like a shining star,
Giving hope to this broken heart.

Feeling mad depressed today. Better roll a big fat joint.

I still owe you a million kisses. Price of love.

The bloodred Sun rises.
Misplaced souls and victims stuck in the upper parts of the atmosphere
giving the rays their ominous colour.
Blood particles risen from dead bodies float high in the air
painting the sky in orange-red.
Clouds form where humidity is highest, travel west
to a grey society, with hazed heads
where it rains Dead.
Blood reigns on our hands. Emphasis on reign.
Silently participating, masters of passiveness.
Shackled minds, broken chest
every infant born deaf
For sheep speak and think the word of the flock.
So wisdom's lost, past mistakes made will
eventually lead up to another rainy day.
This vicious cycle will stay the same
the climate acts according to our rainy ways.
For the smell of rain and the taste of blood
is ironically the same.