fall down.
marigold.
fall sounds of rain.
why can't i go.
those days when spokes wound baseball cards tear hear them roar.
and faster still those boards which let fly souls.
honeys**le walk right afternoon time dies.
wish for sometime soon.
i'll work it out.
my way.
so many faces.
so lost.
why can't i go back when this mess was not made.
forever turns out just the same as two months.
that rages on then after...