At the height of the enjoyment, when turning back didn't seem like an option, I did it. I looked freedom straight in the eye. I took it. The travel tickets and tanned skin and packed them in for another word, a word that is escaping my mind. Wait. There it is. Sacrifice. For what, actually for Who is the better question. You're reading this, and you're trying to figure out whether it is for you. you're swimming mate. let me grab you a towel. Actually I'm swimming. Through a crowd of people in a twelve years girls swimsuit.

You thought you had me with the . Is it cold out here? No actually it really is that small. 50$ cape, 12$ swimsuit, the look on your face when I said that. Priceless. You can have it. I'm already down the block. Super something. Actually can someone pick that superhero up off the block. he just wiped out, and he's bleeding something else. Mom do you think you can bandage that up for me? Mom? Mom? Mother's day. Yep, you're a mom alright. And probably even joining me today with that nervous feeling. Nervous. Actually. Actually.

Sorrow. A sweet smell of it in it's greatness lies over the land. Plumes of smoke are rising and merging into the leaden sky. There is a man. And he is lying there. Nervous. And dreaming of green field and rivers. But for no reason, he awakes to morning. His lost paradise leaves him haunted. He can't decide whether it was his youth or his paradise. He's chained to that world, that has forever departed. He knows it's not enough. It'll never be enough. His knees tremble and give way. The night. One world. One Dream. One child. Unless. Twins? Time passes, the rivers rolls and he continues to talk of that river and of that loss and the dedication. Silent replies flow dark into a troubled sea. Grim invitations of what was and is to be. There is dust in my eyes as I go to purchase the letters. The silence is speaking so much louder than the words that I am lost for. Silence of a promise that is broken.

How confused that look on your face. It's not just you. It's all of us. We're all a little bit confused. We're trying though. It's even a struggle at times. Straighten up you little soldier. You little cutie you. You'll hit your birthday pretty quick here. You'll be two. It'll be the only time in your life that you'll be able to multiply your age by ten to get mine. You haven't even learned to multiply yet. You little inoccent Monique Alrya. Or Piper Lotus. Or Jen. Or Christina. Or Shiba. I've got it written on my forehead. Daughter. That's right. Look at you.. Dreams on a thursday left me without the plot for what has quickly become habit. The end times interest me more, but - Did you really save those pills; and take them? Just about to get to them when New Zealands national anthem comes on and awakes the melancholy and the infinitie sadness. Look at him. He's cold. Minus six today in Siberia.