the cold blue water curves,
turning into giant waves...

Oh Its funny how
I desperately looking...

I think I am a racoon.
I say good morning...

This is not a poem
And it is long...

It was cold outside
Snow were falling from the sky...

Bye for now darlin'.
Roads of our path...

Jumbled between falling and ignoring,
Over a familiar face, but not my darling...

Everytime this bumblebee
Passes by my window...

Enlighten me, darling please,
for my heart could not rest...

Sir you look just fine.
Just like james dean all the time...

Confused to reality and fiction
answer my question...

Glad I had eight hours of sleep from a rough...
Enough energy to jump on my motorbike...