Twice in the hall. Lose it. Felt like permanent. Scold. Grass keeps the air cool, like matte. Perhaps crawl. So enthralled. Liking it, lose it all again. Over. A corpse chiming with ideas. Chiming only to finest, hideous. Hideous. More hideous.
If something good happens, Don't ask why or how. Just enjoy it and accept it now. Because you never know When something bad will happen. And when it does, Don't ask why or how. You can do that later. Now is the time to deal with it And heal from it.