Finding A Hand

Adagio is you LD. A song plays and I feel a whisper of you coming through. Too lost in hate, you cannot relate. I see you turn a corner and you find your proper step. Witches in the halls with the authority designer heels. Stay away every day. They will hunt you like a mouse man after today. You take care of yourself all by yourself. I am dizzied by the hits and dreams of sleep. Many motion spell casting affects the groove and challanges the act of creation. I know that it is just the tiniest seed of encouragement, but that is still something. Know that you are worth it, and know that I care are the lines in the song where I felt just a little of your accent. The flat can make people fat. I must be careful to create and find entities. It is time to take the shackles away. It is a little too real when I express desire. A flag in the sky has handcuffs, cigarettes, and a big black chair. Everyone knows that you are there. Funny things are bunny rings. A silent telepathic bouncing ringtone. Be careful in the night. My closet is not a doorway. I just see an idea. The truth is in your mind. I seek a kind comrad to clear the chessboard of all disease. I am my only company. That is the way it needs to be. I fear that my igloo will collapse on me.