It was all going pretty well, infact very well if i had to be pushed....
but then i started to realise happiness is just an ilusion born in the fabric of the mind and thats when it all started to go terribly, partly because my legs are very wobbley there like jelly really (probs strawberry flavour) but more importantly where the hell are golden grahams they say they were cancelled because of the salt but it wasnt there fault they were taken away so young but at least we know theyve gone to a better place, theyve gone to live in the sea with the plaice (im going for the worst poem ever written can you tell :)).......i think i love you so i wrote it in a card you replied i think you mentle but i think we should just be freinds :( (that bits not true *** i dont know who you are :D) right back to the poem infact il start a new one :).

Just one
Before its time to let the night sink in
Feels so good to be in my own den
Eyes heavy, chest congested
Give cherished charms to those I adore
I remember when I sat on the chair
Of sour defeat and pain
It's like yesterday the wobbley
Wood barked and squeezed its claws
I should be
I am
So thankful.

A list of the harbor
An anchor cast out to sea
I'm really not sure why she stopped talking to me
But I gave up
And threw in my towel
Because I've always been trying
To capture the wetness from the
Caving in ceiling
When I forgot my feet were planted in the floor.

We watch and our eyes water
So moved I feel so small
So much less educated
And I want to see and do
And read it all
Create and steal away
Beautiful and difficult
Moments of time.