Dusty shelves

Understanding my life was easier to understand; frustration

And I've been isolating this great idea for a long time. It took many years. And I'm still so bad. Sometimes I want to imagine the room smells on the shelves.

I spoke to you at the exact point of a difficult and distressed extension. Those who hear a short paragraph commentator never hear a silent voice. I forgot to breathe and there was so much loneliness. I can tell you more than I cracked. The self is back. This time I took shelter in white pages with an unconscious gap. I'il fill it. The size of a spread was short and weak.

The night of the blackout took the place of sleep and was full of weakness. This is the only world I've been in. I've already lost my world and I have to have whatever it is.

And now time, it still continues. I lost three things I won in the next hour. I believe in the shadow of opposing attitudes, not a little coercion.

I was there when I left. Not when you have it now. The daughter of the fairy sultan who has a tendency to escape from a kind of armor.

I don't have Cinderella in my fairy tale. Neither nor Snow White.

I am there

I live with downtime. Like my singing heart, my pen is kicking.

Scribbled pages on your dusty shelves. There's nothing left.

So let's just leave it alone for a while. Suddenly, he pumped at the intersection of the people I loved. The meaning of my emotional life, the meaning of my life. It's like blood in my veins, or they're gonna rule me or I'il do it. Sentence, sentence, punctuation marks and all spelling rules and emotions.