Lonely and sad

I’m reminding myself about… a mannerly introduction which will be entirely futile. Either one of them, I’ll still be here… somewhere. I like writing sometimes… I think. Astrologic, what do you think… I don’t care because specifically due. Like a molten dew. I’m whispering to nobody, just wait until you hear this music. I’ll keep this one a secret, but if you stay far. I lost one, would you give it back, if I asked. Makes me think for a second, to know the question of the doubt.

I could only fall upon myself. In a sense. I’m still here, with the unspoken, I suppose. A bit of unknown, is this mysterious if…. you didn’t know. Or magus or humane, too. I like to creative write, would you bit this. Tell me what you really think of all of this. I dispel to the supernatural, one with the rainbow. One day, perhaps I’ll see the light. For now, the Present.

Super-sonic. I’m still in the game. I’m thinking, what you may already know or predict as well, was that… even the mass of Snorlax, wouldn’t make any impact. Despite, how much… the pounds. That’s how we count, in our system. Unless you’re from another continent. What is it?

dude, what..