You said right, I should write. But what should I write? Like the Wright brothers, their planes had a flight.
I wanted to say that I have this little unresistable itch on my left side. Maybe, I grow a little too emotional, afterward on words I could control before. I don’t know what to ask or are you even listening because I feel the spark that came sometime in the past but now it’s fading. Well I guess, its jar hard when you open your heart once and then carry it the same forever. I think I have committed a universal crime. once leaks, no fixit fixes it. Nowadays, music, talk, friends, weed, silly acts are a few things that keep it filled, void air. You were asking what is going on I answer, nothing.
One more thing, every time I cut off your call, obviously cause of my flirty falls, leaves my eyes a little wet. I realized it, they are not mine. Or in fact when I see your picture daily getting up. The network operator is also fine. So, I think it’s you who was holding them, released onto me. Is it a happy goodbye, a cry for next and last hours? Sometimes, I ask myself, am I not free to dial up any second. Another second turns out, no prepaid is available.
This itch is rich, Not fully fetch, Still much. Up to the next sessions, only for phone calls. When will you come out of the shell, For now, let me stay in ground hell?
Now, may I get a little fictional.
Can I ask who are you?
Can u tell me your deepest misery?
Can I know your secret nerve?Can we be we or you happy being I?
I have never touched you, I know it will be more. You are calmly moving on. A little strength shall send us again. In variables, never to return.
You know, this occupation suits me well. This writing everything only for fails. I can only follow on. Sorry for those sad eyes, couldn’t get you joy in the rain.
I know we won’t be here for long,
At least for this notice,
May I get a song and a kiss.
I promise I won’t rush.
Just you need to say Hi.!