stress! She knows. Dying right from the inner inside of begining, She knows me, she’s trying to find me – pushing through the night’s darknessm she’s moving through the brushes of my deepest forest towards me, my, mine, myself. stress. She’s comming. As the bare brushes brush her face, she pulls herself along, towards me, …

i ran away from you, before I knew, who you are? I ran from you, you you you you. I ran from you, because you came to me. I remember so nervously, thinking about you. Stay clear of me, baby – I’m not ready. I know you think, but this doesn’t worry me anymore – …

universally affected. by hiddeness, by cataclysmic goliaths that wisper the wind and defen my soul. by see-through, by things, by tendancies by thought. By emotion, a Colossal weathering rain of psychology. Affected by the idea of things that are, and things that were.