There are dayswhen the fatrain beats thetent like a snaredrum.Sleep is impossible,a distantmemory from youth.Beautiful flowers die,and green isn't quitegreen enough.It turns to olive brown,then black.People don't behaveand we can't make them.I hope there isrest when it's allsaid and...

my thoughts worry with what will we dosacred vow my shaken inner girlfeeling so forlorn and lost in the worldwhere will we go when we move from herethe city flashes in my mind rife with dangermy sanity is accustomed...

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔫𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔧𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫...

In the waking hours eyes still shut half mind lost half mind present  that's the time they arrive there's an opening that must be exploited  the goblins enter,with weird memories and imaginations sowing salt on fertile ground  I could lie there all day in this strange middle earth contemplating disaster but...

She entered in the room;Slammed the briefcase;Sat on the bed;And meanwhile was checking optionsFor another place;(After two hours)She entered in the room;Slammed the briefcase;Sat on the bed;and meanwhile was checking optionsFor another place;