bowls

"i feel so good, all alone, i save the world, from the cold, i taste the sun, makes me whole, i like my shade, with my souls, drowning with the reasons for a purpose, who are all these faces on these ..."

"im intrigued by simpleness, i think without writing, or write without thinking, but im in my own world, neither safe nor in danger, stuck in the soft play of alphabetical categorizing, what a waste of..."

"all of passion, all of pearls, mass destruction of a world, so much safer to be safe, id rather die than be awake, over easy on a plate, to end the search for something great, in reflection, in revers..."

"in the summer of my life, i know that i am not forever, wilts are phases passing by, the still of sunsets saying goodbye, to shine again tomorrow, the stir of quiet loneliness, a peaceful form of empt..."

"anything that comes to mind, keeps me from oncoming traffic, 4.5 billion years, it's no wonder i'm so restless, chocolate melts in boredom, 2 miles a day with vitamins, staples, what a waste, of an ho..."

"more time for me, more time to breathe, more time to see, more time to think, more time to fall, more time to cry, more time to feel, more time to die, more time to dull, more time to waste, more time..."