i can't help but to develop.

from the moment to these masses.
massed arsenal equipped heartless shaped shadows,
from the depths of an undeniable deep end.
why else wouldn't i have jumped.
everyone one was there.
and i couldn't help but to catch the attention towards my shaken hands.
my eyes bloodshot from the illegal dose. and the overwhelmed kind of mind my transparencies mostly can see through.
i am a done deal. and my feel for this world has been conscripted and confused.
to the mass to the moment i rediscovered a glory day.
praise to the masses.
praise to it's sadness.
stay awake and forever is fictional.
sleep alone. and fiction will live forever in your head.
brain dead from all the sleep.
the imagination runs deep through the soil.
burning like cells in the soul.
relive and believe.
i tell no tales of my belief.
but i know for some reason why anything should matter.
just keep asking why and why and how so.
how did we make this day the present of yesterday.
tomorrow we live.
tomorrow we'll wake up.
and the moment we carry this gravational emotion to work.
is the momeny we carry another day to sleep.
care for weakends. care for weekends.

and then the postit notes doesn't lie.
you'll be right back.
and the right was distant from my left.
we parted.
and you had fun in the snow of all this warmth.

once up on.
if your manipulation called me last night.
would i be more fleeting than fall.
don't you love those waves.
sailing over the surface of those humps.

sadness like we've all ever wanted
that somewhat challenged our views.
and tested our values.
is this it. is it all over like this all over again.
the only lost for everything came with the loss for nothing in my head.
it felt empty with just a blog of a few little things that made up nothing.
i don't get it as much as my mind wants me to know it.
and let's stay with honestly.
i
don't
know
how
to
feel.

can't you see i'm trying.
i'd just like to your apartment.
now i'm staying.
just for a while.
i can't think
cause
i'm just way to tired baby.