evrything else exists along as i exist...when i do not remain..evrything else vanishes...i m as an illusion...i pass with my colors, curious pains, the winds, the breezes that bristled my hairs someday..wanting to make me fly..the sun that shone and winked into my soul thru the trees that swayed by the roads i took..wandered like a soul lost n a temple of the settting sun...lost ..awed... amazed...stunned..suns passed by my skies many rose and set many a time..the winter wrinkled water carpets..that waltzed to the breezes and glowed in the sun..and brimmed like a woman's heart beneath..kissed me soemwher when nobody was there..i can feel her tender touch somewer chilly, moist, in a place that s remotely unmine, where i donno anybody,the only strangers i can relate to is the morning sunshine, the warm, glow of love that caresses my heart n my skin, the moon blue, whispers tales of love , and fiercesome passion of long lost days, the walls filmed with dust damp, tender , decay like things i once owned, i cry, my tears are fresh.

? - exists here now, lonely like a vampire caught in a wrong time of a world i know nothing of,,

of people i can't relate to, of trends that are like straws binding my soul, old, unaged, damp, ever-alone existing..alone..alone..

blood drips from my forehead of stones that chipped my flesh when somebody threw it at me, a misunderstanding, can't blame them, the world when it does nt understand, only misunderstands..i am alone...misunderstood, hating the very life that bounds threw me stuck, routined, chained like an animal, whipped, hurt, mortified within the walls of time..craving for a way out i want to fly away....just to cry alone in peace, with the sun, among the clouds far way and then disappear into something as beautiful as the breeze, the wind, the gold in the sunshine, the warmth, of the first rays plunging into the soil, like a warmth...i want to diasppear..to love eternally a silence that wud love me back..and i cud merge with..and i cud seperate from, when i wished wer i wished..i want to be full, forgotten, letalone into the woods, the jungle, cos my passions are primal, im as the elements coming from them, i am a the soil, as the breeze, the wind, the bark of the trees, im many more im like space...i seek not to be understood, i sought love in a woman's breasts..cos they r silent, they understand, the love me her heart loves me..and thts wat i know...i ll always no...