Desert sand.

The matter of millions of rocks, millions of stars, millions of thoughts, and millions
of wars. The one in my head is the longest I stand. I'm still walking up the stairway to heaven. My heart is no tart, not sour or a part. Its a whole colorful flow of an ocean. Salty notions and fragile seas, devotion and majesties.

Where do I go, and where is my home. I want to live here, while I'm here. I don't know how to not fear the day or the year. Money is poverty, but poverty is not money. My socks stink and are sweaty. I sit all day, and walk all night in my dreams. There is no where that I can say I feel fine and reign.

I'm sick of spinning, my head grinning. I'm nodding and a big part of me is flogging. I have been filling in a big part of me that was torn and ripped out, and I don't even think it will ever be enough to route.

I've found a love as sweet as can be. He's made of chocolate and covered in cherry. His smile is a style of elegance and grace. His beast is not in the least a bit in the way. Theres room for us all in the roll of hay. Then we lie along the dock of the bay.

All the things I've passed by.

Gold dusty storms over the cry out for absolute norms. Simplicity and authenticity over sleeping towers of serenity. I'm letting go of all I know for the sake of a mind blow. I'm being shaped internally letting go. Here I go.

I'm being shaped and formed for the truth and spirit of the most powerful responsibility. Here comes the moon shining over my window over the city, I've never have serenity. I don't know what it is. But I do believe its not enough for me.

I'm changing my mind, and my thoughts, and time. I'm good with many things but I am only going to do one. OH oh I ach so. I'm tired. I'm quiet. My heart is snow. I'm silent. I don't know where to go. Emotions have gone out the window. I can't act, I can't try. I don't deny to identify.

I don't have a clue what Ive been up to. Maybe I've gone mad and lie about everything I said.