I’m a sun and a star, rotting food in the dark. A distant empathetic sharer, who tends feeds on the bark. Break free from the chains and tie myself too a tree, as I stare at the clouds, they turn from white into green, which then rain black pools of thought onto a freshly waxed floor, exploring more of the normal boring things I can't afford.  Each day is a brand new chore, and I a daydream alot, the craters in my life form around disordered thoughts. Drop rocks on my brand new socks, colors bursting from eyes, butter drizzled over cherry glazed blueberry pie, macadamia nuts dipped in honey from space, blue leafs reach to the heavens and scar the stars with their stains. I breath the wind from the plains, launch the thoughts and the means, swimming slowly through the inner cores of your wildest dreams. Love the rich and the cheap, both the cat and the bird, Silver pools of gems and gold rusted over with words.