i hate this house and how sad it makes you.
i think i will go for a long walk
away from this place.
the snow has melted
but the wind continues harsh and icy.
i think i would prefer it to stress.
if i get lost will you come find me?
and nothing on your mind.
writing, or something, a story or other.
and for some reason i am craving gummy sharks.
this may just be deleted before the day ends.
uh oh ah oh ah ohh ohh ohh.