I am done losing my sense to tired
Bidding my streak with holliness,
Conversing to the dawn in nakednes
Muting my ever so gracious talent
In every nightfall,

Never forget
To
Do
Your own
Thing

They should learn how to talk,
When they sees one another—just fo
They should dry the coals and bury
Like half of us, so strength shall
But before you were born by them,

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are

They don’t
Surprise me
They live in a
Different world
Different city

I love
Everything
That will
Make
Me

Rapidly does the spirit roam.
Invisible to human
And visible to the special ones,
Sometimes you could sense
Or feel the stroke when walking

As may that it is, even though you
Philanderer,
Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c
With the hoard
Shouting in loud bars, even though

Henceforth..
Take a look at the leaves
Leaving their mother
For the first time
For a new experience,

I read a lot of Bukwoski
Drunk
And spitting words on
Paper,
And a little of Oliver