Post #4801

In my better days ,I'm just fine, With a couple peace hours and maybe more No breath around is what I adore To God, I whisper my desires He replies with no word And then we share a good laugh There is so much, to him I complain about And then in return he reminds me of my meals And this is how the cycle repeats I tell him how lonely sometimes it be, to have so many brains around and no heart to remind you to live And what a misery it is to sit disgusted in the hall of chaos and I wonder how I sustain But then again He reminds me of myself , to go beyond set aesthetics , but only when you know,you know your true self then to him I reply with no word And we share a good laugh In the end I ask him to often give me a visit In my better days In my better days #review