now i'm sinking. oh no, flying with broken wing. oh no. i've got no wing.

every single times... i don't know. that's it.

the mourn in the morning.

left out.

perfection through the silence. not. it's more about fecklessness in silence.

solitude...

thanks for ignoring me. obviously, i don't belong here

can't picture you. I'm afraid.

big mouth. big head.

I thought.. ... but again .. you're not. And again.. you are.