I’m in a window cocoon.
I like to stair out someday when it’s nice weather.
Money does not include my staying.
A mild form of the supesuperficialnesst still… so fluid.
Ignore the matters of this world; they would never give it to me anyway.
But honey, I’m a little bit older than you.
My V.I.P has diminished returns.
Still can’t see anything because of all tress.
A sexual feeling as I saw it was only the beginning of a career that put my life in a jar of empty money in water.
That was really me?
In the other end I can see it coming against me, now days I just ignore the facto that my extra luggage was me as I was then.
Hold On. Tree is falling down: To where it belongs. Maybe glowing in the last few autumn leaves.
Please mr/ms be sMrkind, the visa I’ve had. It wants me back. And leave those papers on the bench will you?
I want a house, I want a family something ordinary/real.
I got everything taken, but still…
You maybe need some counselling?_|counselingybe... I’ll take it! Good! Yeah;). For Now. No Change Allowed. No Ticket Return. Yes Life Is Fluid And Now. But Still
