Anon

Momentarily.. Separated thought, tobe anon,

truth in realities

Path finding logic am i part of a dream… Stormy weather popsicles an breakfast dazies loving sunshine no just … More

Crimson time, now what could be my damn

Facing thee it’s not plain to see….

It’s like going going gone, uphill… You fight,

almost almost unseeing

Walking throughout, our rocky edged life… We have

Words, what do they really mean…

Imagine i’m a spaceman floating