Drowning with the best of petals of many trees which rose to blossom in the spring, not a sign or presence of the former erected ever seem to be-

Per usual, my mood is blues and violets of violence lingering for freedom I been looking for ways to make my emotions, logic and life expectancies to be even by now Nowadays, I'm convinced something is wrong with me, hanging over all this pain wallpapered on my brain Estranged from that child who saw stars at will without meditation, running away from my form to see the sources of everything in and out my being Meaning I'm searching for passed what I've known many years, I wa