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A story/poem of an experience that's cruel and hard to master.

Just is there - we'll go there.

Enjoy it without detours, offroading signs. Airbags. Airbags.

You cannot do - it's impossible with the mentally challenged. That's all you need you need - experience face rubbing alcohol, cotton tips and qballs. Bandage the anxiety pills, swallow 'em oh down.

Wash away the afternoon, some observants are quick to notice it's the hopeless and lifeless way. All I can do is laugh - in the way I enjoy.

With the intention to feel trust - all appreciation hasn't been learnt. Resting the chair - it needs its rest. Sooth around - travel fairest north. Pack it all in and go out with ya to our place. Bow up to you.

Go inside and cover.

This is all plastic - you figuratively made bastards! Bigger! Faker! Rubbilier. Rooby. What just happened?

Plastic toy sets. I'm not here AND YOU YOU YOU you can't see me. Invisible idiot. Making conversation to you with thoughts.

Sunken ship noise - overturn the imagination.

Soon you will your will to end these times you regret, the bad, the nights, the doubt, and everything that keeps you from smiling. Second-hand guess the worst; assume to a wrong. Hole the way
cause it's all them and you. Their to owns. Relate to the sky.

As I begin to think of you, could you - be - alright - without saying a thing? As we lay - with out day - and our - love. Oh silence - do you - admit - it is - beautiful? As we look - into - us - our silence - has - grown. Are you alright? Here we are. I hope you enjoy it. I should create a you - so we can we.

Walk the sky - it is our ground. Every star a welcome mat, don't step on any planes. You don't want their blood on your shoes.

Wait until I go into my zone - before taking off. Sing me to sleep with your lullaby's about boring events - then start and end your days & nights before I wake up.

Melody, my me right now, you're mine for this short while. All the us that was. Relive it for me. Re-experienced for you. Take away the bad. I could feel you last night - and on that night alone.