She. Like a blue water.

And I'm, in the middle of the clouds.


Falling. The red.


Veins, in the spider-webs.


Slowly, down, down, down, down.


The rain.

In my mind I play with a day.
Morning and night.

The time is loose, and my speech has many faults.
But, although.

I fall.

Sometimes, I try to speak to Michelle.

I came and shout.
It’s easy.

In my eyes, changing.
On the feet, weightless shoes.

And I, i could go soo,
far.

I could walk,
and dream.
If only.

And the Death was so close.

He lived in a black house.
His eyes the color of a brown sea.

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.