One of these days, i have to sit myself down and really write.

One of these days, I have to sit myself down and really write. Create a feeling of home for my work. A comfy couch for my words to sit, and my mind to linger so out would come a joyful serenade to another’s ears. Like music and my mind develops the beat. The need. The need. The occupation of a want, developing those deep deep tendencies.

A front.

Everyone is in search of a best friend, I feel like  I need to find my best friend first. I lost him. I lost “it”. A couple of times, that leaves me single.

In solitude, I crave loneliness. It almost allows me to break free of my reality. Meander is the meaningless, and piddle my mind,

To fall asleep when the chickens do or wait until they rise to sleep.

Lives jamming pass, eager to feel every breeze. Calculate time, and make your own history.

Vibrate and shake, eliminate all that overweight

Debris in millionth mind

Branded bleached bothered and brined.