I've been told
that it only takes approximately...

Dearest Peanut Butter,
what have you done to my lips...

Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...

I can barely watch you stand
without my heart aching...

I ponder to my mother loudly,
over the pulse of the steel blender...

I'm sure God sees it....
Her hidden eyes...

I am sure you are one of the few
who hears my blood running...

However many years
will scourge or wash you...

It was a twisted, hellish night
and I had no legs to carry me away...

You hear me perfectly,
with an audibility that even...

Not sure where it will take them,
the clouds dress themselves with...

I try to shout to her....
but my echoes have no balance...