A random account from 2013

The crickets' nocturne tune has ended

It sang a brand new tune instead

If i know, it would simply kiss the night

And would leave to another light

When my favorite show was over

I was hanging in a crag

Trying to get some sleep on the bench

Wiping raindrops through the sheets

But thank you for the sweets

You gave me roses but got pricked by the thorns

That's just one of those days

Now walking by the beach with one footprint on the shore

I'm left single-mindedly

Yet you're still stealing roots from dancing daises

When would you kill your ways?

Now I'm fine catching bullets before it could crush my spirits

Grateful by your attempted fragmentation

We are left single-handedly

Driving into the freeway

Such a champ in knocking something in the head

An epic first liner in cutting me dead

Acquaintances got the wrong impression

Quick-witted talkers are after all, your ideal relations

Don't creep back when you're bored

I'm not a t.v show, I'm not a radio

But thank you for leaving a crevice