You have arrived, Death to everybody. Death to school depression,
Nothing is impossible. Out of of 0 comes love of hips and hair.
God, seasonal frost has expressed your skin. Beauty straight from the back of a jumper. The looming cloud of wool has finally showed then sun.
Every crease is an illusion of true shape. This is not obssesion. Its waking up to a revelation. a moment it time, where i have the most indescribable girl in daily life,
Who redeems the rawness of education... And i hope oneday ill have a liscence and i can drive you to a place in which, your feet can be free to air,and roam around a house which is justified to such a body. There will be jazz.
And although you are just a table across, and our words, do not cross reguarly. You are the one.
You can come to be, and you will be free to act innocent, and wonderful, delightful, and funful. bless your heart, and bless such a wonderful structure.