Thursday, June 30, 2011

Happynesss as a chemicl Inbalance..

My words are
Brok e,

Slight delayy.

Cause my mind
Is clutterd,,
W/not to say.


And life just somehow
kinda happens.

an inconveniencingthought.
or otherwise...

And do trees tend to perspire.
when the grass gets too hot.

uproot there leaves, if
only i could not..

In the eventuality of a hollow death

In the summer daze of Ddeath,
the sun grows weary,
of the people below.

And the fog burns,
as the roads boil. and the forest
is all hollowed out of all the trees. the animals lay bare

(slowly disappearing, )

and what a waste so!
Is it not..