Man, that was bitter.
I've never felt a wind any thicker.
Every other time there was a small stone to break my step.
And a grimy engine to break the silence.
I was looking for quality time to explore.
Appreciation is what i adore.
I had just recovered from a hang over so all i really wanted to do was lay under.
The sun rays were beautiful but they seeped through my eyelashes. I made it all okay by raising my hand to the sky and getting in it's way.
Oh yeah, my orange juice didn't taste so good either.
Florida can only imagine California.
The only thing i had to help me was adventure.
Uncertainty of what i was doing.
I tried to keep my mind, but i couldn't picture anything at all.
There was a drawing on the floor, but the image was meaningless.
..Man, that was bitter.
Absolutely no taste. And i tried to talk, i tried to sing, yell, even whisper but the taste was all wrong.
When the gardens came i picked up a Tulip. The soil must have been bad 'cause the color was all gone.
The ants & the crickets weren't even doing any work. Their day must have been too long.
In the distance i saw the path i was on disappear. So i kept on walking.
In an even further distance, when i came to it, there were "No Enter" signs.
There wasn't any figuring my way around that one.
When i could have sworn only a few hours had gone by time was a trick as the big sun tucked away in the horizon.
Now it was night time but it wasn't as bad as i thought it was going to be considering the day time, although the moon was looking pretty concentrated..
I made the best of what it was.
On my return, i couldn't help but notice i came with the night.
My thoughts were not full and they came from unknown directions.

And oh man, was that bitter.