for all those.
for all that.
for everyone, my thanks for your sights, my mind might, today explode into the sands of the sahara – tell me where the corners of this place are.
I stagger like a injured soldier in this space of no walls – only the spotlight that holds my tightly.
The trails for thought, pour profulsy from these wounds – in my mind – open mind surgery, someone hold me, i’m falling down these stairs again – just like I did last night in my sleep, my bed is turning, faster and faster – my mind is sick, my eyes are wide open – they see nothing, my mind holds in its palm, the secret to this life – my burden, and these hands are old of days not so tender and skies not no beautiful. this is my happy note – my sad note, my muscial note. my notice.