and everthing will dry out
my eyes are dry and my mind is tired and worn done to the core of this i have stoped and decided i will de-cline the freedom of being alright and be happy on my out side of this white straning coner-ed shell of plastic that i cant stop staring at its just , just .... jus.... will it could be a letter or a number or just a sitting down struting sense of being alright and just feeling set back by a filled voided scraped out and burnt organ i loved so much and now i feed it mess and and shadows of false captivity, what happend to you along the way to startum and waht happened to those evenings of sleepy head that never stop untill the breaking of a lamp shade rock threw you apartment floor window that makes you scaredand sorry for what you have done to everthing and everone that was beside you and lets decide that your finally in the pilots cavern, so i decided to to finish out dry . . .