you are so funny when you are mad
get it right there is nothing left of the blue string

do you wonder why i do this, i wonder why you don't
do you wonder why i see through the walls, i wonder why you can't. don't you think there is more to life than just these pointless games. don't you believe that we can be anything that is there. there is no origionality. it all stems from the known. yet is this true. can there be origionality. is creativity a true thing. i only want to know. i only want to believe

building a nuclear reactor in your mom's kitchen is not a good thing to do in there

I breaking out tommorow -i
guess this is what it is like to be
forget about me
hello sorrow, i know you like green tea leave- used and wasted

entering the sea, i know it. can't leave the past behind as it stairs you in the face, the future that is tred can never be. your search will end. time will not care. standing there, in the middle of nothing, on the verge of something; you'll miss it. but that won't matter. bless the darkness. without it, there would only be light. existence in the void isn't