I wake with an alarming desire
to arm myself with balloons...
They are slanted.
Enchanted...
Drifting through water I found a note.
And on this paper the paladin wrote...
I have ADHD.
It can be hard some times...
With bloodied hands I lay the bricks again
Once again blocking the hole...
All major decisions
Destined from your head...
A russle in the morning breeze
I dig deep into my lungs...
Bleeding,
rage and insecurity...
Look at me
in the eye...
The way our lives work are different from anyone...
I think we have something special...
I was on my way home
I'd been told not to go alone...
Delicious patterns of candy pink
And the breeze that flutters calmly...