A little bit of dream.

A world of closed minded mouses.

And I

I

just sit
and

smoke.

If then by any length, I could ask or count.
I would be a man without a question.
Male and Hot and warm and sharp.

But how the wonderland, would look.

Without that ******* right on the page.

You called, I asked about.

So long did the life took me.

I found You.

Could then I would be an email,
unanswered.

Dreams are like a closed doors.
They switch places with a real world,
while the people usually know.

In the moment, sad.
Sad long.
Dog.

Tomorrow will be better.
But can tomorrow.
Just don't change.

I dream,
and so the dog.
Changes with a fall, summer.
And.

Flowers.

Sharp thoughts.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!
!

I walk by everyday.

In music, my silence will find a contour of the red sun.
Calm.

And

!

an exclamation.

One page of red lines.
One of pure white.

So sorry.
And I feel.

The quiet,
The silence,
and the
worst nightmares.

So quickly people, try to
lose the feelz.

Because when their time comes,
everything will be
for got ten.

But not,
lies.

There is nothing good or right in God.