What they call love is a risk, Cause you will always get hit, Out of nowhere by some wave, And end up on your own.

My chest hurt when I sneeze.

This morning I got woken up by my closet falling over my shin.

I slept on the couch for now.

I kept turning just to try to catch those sheep again. 

Once I figure it out.

A sudden nose bleed got me up again. 

I'm sitting here on a tuesday morning figuring out what I can do to keep myself busy.

It's raining outside did you happen to notice that?

I miss brooklyn and those who put a smile in my life.

My mind keep telling me to stop pretending that you don't need friends.

But Obviously I do.

This saturday that pass, I took a bike ride in the rain.

It took me a while to adjust to how I'm going to avoid cars while the rain drip over my eye lids.

Mr. Green saved me this morning.

For now I have always felt this way.