menulisku sia-sia
what if all my writings left unread left unsave go evaporate nothing to sake like an ocean foam without knowing where his colleagues gone like a patter drop they know it will hit afterall and they broken, sincerely without getting paid what a disgrace said a leaf fell from a tree all those vanish green wealthy young tossed to earth without funeral wrinkled and curled tide means who gonna wave this tho tossed around without getting sound among noises worse worse noises nothing right to shout what left next thirst and rankling ants gnowing itchy bruising skin the more i drink the more i starve exhausting exhaust damn fucking loud thump my heed better be stoned what if all my thoughts left shat go washed knot itself must be hit like a vase you cracked what if we obliged to passed ourself away with none to b...