Hello, and nice to meet you, and im sorry that
I forget sometimes myself and other things.

And how do you do, and what do you do
and to whom do you do what, and how do
you do that.

And its such a nice day, in the sun
or the rain, doesn't it feel good, in two
different ways?

And I love you and there. I said it. And
what have I said at all when no one agrees
on the details of love?

Now, ist past 2AM and im up in
five hours and if I wasnt writing this I
would be awake entertaining my thoughts.

And of course an imagination makes everything seem possible,
but only in your head. But why isnt that enough? I want
people more than anything. Loneliness is my first enemy
Im writing to be read. Screaming to be heard.