I have my tea the way I live my l… not seriously and with milk.
I look beyond the tired panes of m… and see slumped branches dancing s… A small tin shed hides the dark cl… I look beyond the tired pains of m… but I see nothing.
Words. Images. Sounds. People. P… Humming around. My Brain. With n… Like a s h u t t l e i n… My mouth lets the drivel drop from… but keeps the creativity to circle…
I never agree with others. It’s hard to talk seriously with p… I wonder if I change for them, can I still take myself seriously?
We are brought up under the impres… So why then is it that when you sp… You speak words with less worth th…
