I Think i have been looking out of windows for too long and if i really want to i can break this fucking thing, I could just open it and if i can crawl out i will, let me listen to the wind and the leaves will animate that sound,my little toes will have to balance the rest of me for ever and I'm ok with that. Its been many days of open opportunity, without that how would i be set in any sort of direction Jelly on my toast, and over easy eggs to soak the bread. here in this building with walls and chairs , here in this hut with walls and chairs here in this barn with milk making cows, here in this book with words that mean something, here in this couch are germs upon germs, here in this can is yeast and hops, here in this note is love without sense, sometimes i feel like all i can do is scream but it never happens, all i can think is gray, the colors come out when i see what makes me, I'll be talking to you soon, you're doing ok.