Intoxicate the mind with this, love that won't last. Just reminds the time. Of knocking on doors. Kicking out the windscreen again letting the flies in. Pest that bother keep distracted the nature pursued. knowing it will be with truth. try not to let the past evolve the future. The times of weariness gets comfortable when fed. Find a simple back drop confuse the mind with it. Making it symbolic is philosophic. Already done. Without the image trace the brain to see if it will fit like another hard drive. It will be needed.

Come slip pass the darkness you know its hiding light. You thought it exposed your secret passion. That comes only during night. The winter is so lonely my tiredness is wearing me thin. Stare the complexity in my eyes how i was made how i was designed i wish i could be so simple and believe in the simple things. Its just so hard for me. Please believe me. I wrote you these letters i never sent my key is in them they still lay under my carpet. Please forget me i know what i do to upset you i know you pray for better weather. I just hate the disappointment in your eyes. In my head im in cloudy weather trap and tangled together to have voice is the only way out. But i left that underneath the carpet at the old house.
Maybe someday they will find it read it out loud and we'll finally be out of this cloud. A suicide sounds so perfect but I'm not sure if I can take that route I have to many people I care deeply about. I want to show them not have it be something they read about
Im caught in the wind in a spiral im in the ocean swimming and drowning from ocean to ocean. The cliffs the ledges arent high enough for me to have time to ask for his forgiveness. Winter such perfect weather this scorching heat makes me so tender and beats me down and brings me down all because of what ive seen happen and heard in a old house