Yellow walls

alone. I hate it. We are all alone but I hate feeling really alone. I'll make a friend with Tracey. I'll learn from other tales. I'll make my own too from puzzles and patterns I shape. Dot dot dab dab click click tap tap. There must be something else. There is something else I just don't know if that wonder is also wanted from me. I keep ponder ponder ponder when really love must be used. For what! Prevent the linger and dance it away-but bubbles must form because if one is not lite then lights will not appear, only dark clouds. And freeze. Where's my wonder apart from me. I know me but I want to know you. Heartbreak is so heavy. Who would have thought so many tiny broken pieces weighed so much as they sit by themselves. Self. Individual. One piece scattered into scats. Drinking gin and sunbathing. You were my star ball of fire crystal diamond rock. Now I just have my hands empty and to what shall I grip onto now. I can't hold myself as I am me. Him? Others.

There ain't nothing empty about me because it's filled of so much. Experience. Trauma. Desires. But tasteless as they achieve nothing. As per usual the self is on the side. Fillet sag squash