thirteen.

what to do on my own, everyday only one makes sense. being far is very interesting sometimes, especially in the 3rd person. well i mean who else likes cranberry besides me? does the southern point ever call you to your haven. in the end, you'll never find me. you'll never find but i might return to you, or you'll never find when you return to me in the end. it'll never be the last word, my regards, because its not the last you'll hear. there is love in my rainbow, there is rain in my cloud. there are stars in my water with night all around. temperance comes from a sound soul which belongs to a sound mind and sound body. so eat slowly and the others are ha ha ha ha. i am a punk. why? because Ive been told that so many times. that doesn't make sense?why would it, after all i m the 3rd person to the first person then after the second person. hurry up, who else wants to swing from that broken tree. id like to lay on my back while staring up at the sky at night that is if i was a boy. so what do you think? the big you, "ill admit i was a little bit afraid of that relationship you had with the universe", is in my atmosphere controlled by the phone, i know one day ill see the universe come up one day and ask me out on a date, you know what ill say, yeah sure, why-not. because it'll always be you. i miss seeing you laugh..it sucks everyone tells me to shut up though right. equilibrium. its not my fault, it is my fault. all you keep doing is saying the same thing. so i know what we've got to do, just let go. because you keep saying the same thing over and over. all i want to do is what my body wants me to. my eyes. open up your throat because it sucks that daddy's dumb. but you got to open up your throat and let all of that time go. you got to go with the habits of your mind. after all when the sun arises there shall be the pearl. all of the beauty has been lost till then. you got the real good shot just keep it real humbleness and a dusty fruit.