  The sunset pastel shades form yellow to blue, for the first time in a while i've seen the beauty of the world. the complexity of the sky to create such a feat, makes me see sense. the world was beautiful, once upon a time. but the world of size nines four by fours and 2 tonne concreteis upon us. the streetlights of a suburban nightmare have slowly taken over the horizen; sunsets stay for hours, the orange of streetlights dressed up, make it last longer. but it is not 'pretty' it is like frankenstein's monster, a mismatch, distgusting in its complexity, but tonight the sky has taken back a yard, won a battle, it is a shame it will lose a war. I sit here and wonder what made me write such a noible language, surely it cannot be this world, it is too fake. it is full of anger, it asks too much of too many bad questions. I am sure you will agree that the world is slowly falling down a sink, slowly bieng washed down, like a spider in a bath tub by a scared mother.
I wonder at how life is suddenly better, how it is that i have become so substantial a personnality, that finally love isn't a bitch, it doesnt hurt. it leaves a glow, there is no need for stage names masks and sheets. thank you. i can be me again. i love you. 
