My heart is flipping. a mazed like a bird flying for the first time

no news comes to amaze this heart, the heart is always bored

the changes come like a huge anxiety or complete misery on the way, misery starts coming and never arrives so it can leave after

new nothingness happening

every thing seems small and empty

so is this heart

so is my writing

it is a small area just to set a place

and endless time because the stupid writer forgot to set the time!

any novelty can rescue this heart

no way a tragedy can actually happen

it is all a small surroundings of what? or even who cares!

anther volcano explode but nothing can be moved in this dead nothing

what a terrible plan of life

no one to execute it

I am not here for my plan

and the plans keep showing on my doors

I go blind

but anyway I see just the same, there is no shame in the island of bad minds

lovers, lovers, lovers

no defeat is facing me nor even a battle

some words make lovers and the same words attract rakes

taking the pain in sips, delicious fragrance, strong beautiful stink

I love losing people and meeting my soul

I take my soul and run very fast and looking around shockingly finding that there is world, running in the world, killing the monuments, putting some feelings and revising some reactions to put them like weird odd slogans

Go to heaven be semi happy

you are losing me I am your leaves

Do it like a doer

don't do it like somebody not going to do anything

kill the status befo're the raven does 

kill me lover with a sword of brave love

let it take my bride away

and wed me to the endless sorrow even deep

l am not apologized anyway

but I am sorry I am the bride of sorrow

I am a swimmer  in the deep

I go deeper. I don't care

everything looks like surface

your eyes matches your hair

I like them . But I don't care to go near 

space over space 

No way for similarity 

no way to go into space

These people

 Are alot7It happens for some fellow if  just tried 

 better not to try 

Stay the same 

keep rolling 

change and refreash always in the way,and coming the same

fuck it 

what's wrong 

Cute animals are being friendly 

don't be a reflextion 

Communicate in your rythm

there no rules 

rules will be over 

just make them implied 

what's the matter with the things?

A wave

A new wave of energy coming my way, it moves quickly.

no one tries to be nice everything is nicer than a commentary talk about how nice it is

I think our talk should be rewritten and re-performed

what is it about feeling unsafe, disgusted underdog?

all the good things started to happen to me when I grew up, started to receive gifts and made friends. things started to glow.I have been in love and my heart  broke.

She felt your body, it was just a bearer.

Walking through the depth of calamity. Nothing explains why the flowers flourish in the dead yard like a memory.

Enthusiastic emotions follow my lines of horrors and stimulate the serenity inside of me.

A lot of hands came and hair dressed your horrors "don't panic" is a simple order from the hands.

In our ingredients we should take a magnifying glass, with a splash of time, time like a bed sheet that can cover your body. Because of your long legs you wished to be shorter. Your wish was granted. Something shortened you or maybe you shortened yourself. She saw you in your walk. You walked like a cloudy sky. You yelled at yourself because you couldn't yell at anyone. You kept yelling in torture" I am not a seducer. I am just a party of Windows falling from the sky. I am a sound of face slaps. I am a gift from a less mighty god".

You led her to hell. You poured the triviality on her. She loved to escape. In the way in, in the way out, in the way between. The movement trapped her. She cooked you the hell. She immigrate you like the most trivial thing.

She remembered how you felt. She remembered your heart. You fell the scene wonderfully set. Your body was out of it. she touched you and washed your washed. She felt your body, it was just a bearer.