I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…

A misfit is not a wish Neither is it a pitch, an area, a… Its about your balance The ability of practice or talent… Attitude to the frost and stagnant…

Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,

You would Notice I Always Use I Before you,

If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend

Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse

poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;

It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.