Boy insisting to talk doesnt want anyone to think he needs a certain reply
Exclaiming to the air empty words asking for a favor
An echo would do the job the suffering silent screams unwritten on the blank page
contemporary acts of curious endeavors killed the cat in his travels forgot to see both ways conscience thrills that cause the chicken to do the same a joke that’s made. taken seriously as an escape by a cat who got run over.
the proverbale box has my tounge in a tie to his suit for a buisness meeting working ike a slave to remember why
stagnent jokes in average notes satire device disguising drapes of a window frame
glass relfecting like water tension in your eyes suspends does not know where to go labryinth subject to attention spands.
I don’t want to give anything away so don’t listen to me and you’ll see soon enough.
will everyday be as interesting wont I get tiered and have a lap of conscious plot. do things change? do I have to try? is this really how I will I feel about it all. what if I look back.
Socrates
“I was really too honest a man to be a politician and live.”
a drunk text to my girlfriend
In a question that might bother the youth. an implore of imagination to think of freedom other then growth other then further exploit be wise I beloved as we grow we become done an artificial state of a DB refrain figures look litter in compared to trivial persuit I just want feel iloveyou in goto all.o roatate revalate to soon to call fake I just wish that you could understand love is at hand life is wondwrfull imagination calls the shots I’ll belief in fairies if you belief in insignifigent dots scatterd on a page art of a verging age the conflict that derives from teens is essential to why we are mature and indeed adults beyond maturity your a girl that had difficultes with life because your father is decrypted and your mother only a guide youare you you aye but butterfly’s wings to Mr you illusion is my reality you are my truth you are my prosperity I love you wonder love wonder my intention wonder my absalute contention my love my aspirations my breath my inhale of life you are but a figment of my imagination personified in a blink of butterfly wings you are in the eyes of blotched ink the eyes of butterfly wings intimadating luring incalculably negative to my altration its like you are the moon and I the earth the sun our joy and the clouds our reconcile to the day each sun set is an aspect of you and each day an discovery
in the tone sound remind
fallen leafs finding flickering pics at stone licks that bring your cheeks hint
