You look Red


So maybe I will write with my right

with the white light balances

of the blood red of berry she

thinks of things to tinkle into works and

I love to write you just

cant, cant know if I am loving you

or hating you

Iook for our simple existence. . I am leaning for more.

Do you ever feel in your bones that you are meant for


you can’t help it you really just can’t …you won’t…

you can’t.