Old soul
it is not exactly the revelation of the deterioration processing
it is a loss in little parts that announce through of the nerves some discomfort
is cool
like live in an expensive community shelter
open-day-night
we can use the secure of life and to fish and to live alone in a forest
or sing the forgot songs being grumpy
searching anything that causes
affliction
a lovely forgivable boring senior
pretending blind
or deaf
unbalanced maniac by the cleanliness
a truth soul of right
that hates strangers
family
and the world
which is how I am
I tried to take out the lamp of pole
and?
Are they crazy?