My earrings rusting in my hand, The Honduras president was arrested for ******* possesion. Seek out your hands, a coinless negotiation. Eyes around me too pretty to be open and shoned over, Lighting up the lighter in my pocket, I'm so much older... Than I have ever dreamed I'd be. I have lived in cities never councious what a ******, Of crows crowing under their breath another- Day passes, I'm dead but never buried. People watching keeping me starry eyed, a sonder of no pretenses-a kind of high-my Bones have learnt the shape of suffering,they're left- Bent yeatly, seems like I'm loving it. Loving my veins being carresed through my skin and the ilussion of a dream-loving Anything but me thinking smoking breathing in the will To go on. Alone, you're telling me I made myself alone, to learn to love without being alone. hahah... they never end.