mixed chalk dust

talking things over and over again, it almost feels like dead roaddont think we are ok... just beacuse I'm here.movin backwards no need to rewind and somehow the wind still pushes the rain towards my eyes. suddenly i feel still covered with tunes gazing thru it all..and then a deep sound but no crash no ground no nothing.tear drops here, since you got no choiceu'll hear them , own this requiem u jerk, breakfast junk and another verse...memories and sentimental guilt not another lip... bite it not quite surprising, even i dont need stupid drugs.so im just lyin on the floor, hoping that today will be back at noon, so i can finally have that rendez-vous i hope u can meet the one u buried before... and no harm no harm... maybe a broken arm and what about that rib... floatin nearby so many thoughts aiming at my mind.. thinking to my self what if everybody looked the same?I wish it was you the one i watch sleep n not that silly cube...entropy all over just like that just like that...is it enough water there? coz i cant longer breathe.. walking shades and another ghost near the bridge.where did he go where did he go?cults and vans and another piece of ground still tearing apart from where it came and i hear and i hear... another squill thunderbird and its freedom no salt no hand no more.is this the end? where will all this lack of peace lead a maniac like me now? another room and there... once more no doors or windows no way out no way outanother atheist dying with the song beating like her heart no more independence and suddenly a string.. pealing from its place how peachy this can be?where's ur quill?whispers on that book trapped like chains you are chains arent you. dueling between and what else can i say. no more words and yellow thoughts how long can i do this for? i am not afraid of death, sometimes i feel its pointless.. this life and all the things we own and how they end up owning us instead. i gues this whole note has no point and no meaning at all . just read the title.distorted winter again, it all feels so odd but now makes perfect sense since im odd myself. more chalk more chalkand somehow i cant I can't get it rightGet it rightSince I met you...............