Wonder of me to this,

as beautiful as person, beatific on the outside, how could be feeling so lonely at happy places (?)

good looking people has to deal with those thus bad looking people has have felt this.

And there's I read again
what I have wrote a year ago, doesn't sound like me, and thoughts crippled into cracked floors and crickets cry in higher pitch in near memory
Hearing and seeing wave in air
A numbness won't echo pain,
the market is selling weed as if
then I forgot my memories,
Like a pit fall
My name shimmer in wind like a curse as if
I read nostalgia
As the plan
Dream as seemed
Pairs of high branded new shoes and turmaric soup are all I have to blend in with society as if.

Years passes through
Nothing is going to be a good place
My mind echoes before sleep.
Truths gets twisted
Typos in keypads
Turnouts are all you have, I say
Consciousness is one among trophy.