Scorched together in between nothing
But openings inversal to space
Look around, air surrounds us and us.
Lines and lines together make up the KEY… to whom?
OFF topic to state this writing should be buried passed me
Waves of confusion fluttered in my mind full of beetles.

Pass this along to me…

I saw once a cloud.
Only reactions could see this one.



Goodbye...

Fade away the drinks and smokes
Drink the moments till starvation foreshadows me
The remain of smoke complexes the outside mind
My realm seems to cloud exits
The rounds fire... to my Gun,


I woke up, drank my wine, and went away…

Little organisms swimming ever so freely
Birds fly home to feed the young.
And what does this grasshopper have?
Only, but self-confidence to live another minute
Finally it all makes sense.

Sound explanations opened up this complicated lock.
Do I know the circumstances for this delightful satisfaction?
Modest difficult thoughts pushed this innocent feeling downwards.
Gradually repeating towards the trouble-filled head
On no particular appearance she acknowledged consideration for her tears.
Somewhat this feeling sought to release uncertain of confidence.
“Lets just rummage our feelings together”

Who are you?
Look inside a little more through the exit
Breeze upon my mind until matter knows me
If you must consider me worthy
Look under the door mat,
There you will find a Rose blossoming
To its full peak, known as beauty
To consider this beauty, we step on the
Rose trying to reach its full peak
The sad beginning and the happy ending
Is all the Rose will consider

As summer falls to autumn
So does our love.
Medicines will only make me motionless.
A bottle overwhelmed with a splinter of stubbornness.
Unimaginable, nevertheless a certain carved symbol pondered upon…me.
Line six doesn’t exist.