It might be shit
But that’s your own shit 
And it might be a hit
From the park, 
And that will pose to be

A misfit is not a wish
Neither is it a pitch, an area, a
Its about your balance
The ability of practice or talent
Attitude to the frost and stagnant

I am doing
Good
For just
A bedroom
Writer

Give me love
O you, as sacred heart
Are hard to trust.
Plunge my bones
With humor

I walk
Through
This pattern
Because
This is

Life is nothing but misery,
Every dimension you may prefer
Is not enough space for you to bre
Life is wonderful,
Live it as you wish and live it

Look left
Look right
There are inspirations
Everywhere
Discover yours.

Tomorrow is a pretense 
Which you have to consciously Bel

How deep
Can love
Swim
Or
How

Secrets
A secret is not a secret without m
A secret is not a ghost that knock
A secret is not a torn sheet or a
A secret is not a weapon to change