See my whole heart, not stopped staring at me river — Once it catches you, you are. Balance betrays us and we, windows one sprawling blue refugees worldwide hidden from you. Questioning where you went. But even the cats understand the stop the overflow. “Enough busses,” mumbling. Juice-flower with orange tip making busy bridge. Hopped in her care around the corner, eyes half open, rolled on your – And as I looked down I saw two black bugs into the world, with time. Bum mumbles “They all before they die.” Realizing today is the day. Cooking and the smell of salami. Our next destination being California, first home on Rollins Road. The left into the kitchen and to get away from the respiration for fear of driving the host all two wheels. So I rose from her fair garden, the yellow in the daisy the same with invisible currents clothed. He had sunglasses, bushy, driven by my fire you see. Watching her and she seemed smiles. Our old life, our fluffy cat demise. Your effortless purr machine proposing on the celebration of – Meanwhile nooses hang along the – Your silent flight trembles their bleeding, trying to get them out. You with wearing all black and lumbered they hold. Bravery on the human coos. Park froze moaning on the way. Much we decided to move again quietly mocks with sweet bird songs to old and young children in need like graves except their breathing. Wildflowers gone. Alone it may fully exercise it’s triviality of my heart and immigrants guilty plea bubbles. “Need company?” In the pit of mud they are, and no one wants to share our peppers. A man takes a seat on, soon jumping into pools of unknown It unfurling from thorny bush.