Write and write and writ.e and write
I want you to write through the dark until the night goes off
Curse to your clusters, clusters are your foes
isn't that shadow of your metal door pretty?
when it is painted the algae nurturing brick wall
you know this wall built brick by brick not knowing any pattern
by being numb to the beauty of stacking
the bricks which are gracefully burnt so they chimes as you knock,
and that is before they come into the wall
how would you feel the space?
Why the night is so peaceful? why it isn't last long
and why do people wait for the day
next time ask  your lord, to sweep out your hunger
I am starving anyway, so the cravings and groves of cravings make patterns in every sight of yours as you shut your eyelids.
Just elegant
how it is to feel like to be in the space. Yeah show no mercy to every nastinesses which are thrown to the space, burn -them **** them
sinners, we are the species with many of merits
isn't this night is just a beautiful painting of, of nobody
Beautiful, beautiful  - light shimmers so it is still the dark
Breath of the space is, world, seriously ****, so so delicious
Oi dreamy night