outside.. love,
people.. cats...
karma.. why?
damn.. i love it..
trying to be..
not being..
lame poetry.. is the best...
its fun.. to be yourself
to not have boundaries..
to do what you wanna do
why fight? peace...
why put down others?
feelings, drawing colors
respect yourself.. dont hide behind another
plants just grow all day
holly oak is alway green
the kids around where I live always say
lots of funny things
but I walk around, I dont understand..
who really cares
I don't know
buddha and jesus and tupac and a skinhead...
girl
laying in a field
watching ufos.
they aint got a clue either
asking me, do you know why... this here?
maya's a real place.. linole
I was about to ask you the same thing
life
leave it at the door?
