flourescent flowers in my garden. are growing quicker than my love.

imagine beaches each grain of sand a soul

sorry doesnt always heal a cut but forgivness can heal a broken heart

of all the trees and flowers devine. the sky the moon the stars that shine.

universal credit tormenting the poor what a massive farce

bed socks and naughty thoughts. the tickle monster gone.

words dont come easy whilst reading the news.

im not mental just a little confused

if i could wake up and die i would surely try.