My Friend

I see a wall of white and a pail of blue paint. I wait to splash the color on the firm and clean surface. Cool waves of horizontal air currents dries and evolves this adventure. People who mine in the land of psychosis and hallucinagens stare and glare at me in this moment. How do you do it day to day? I am the way in the beam of yellow. I find the words and a floor to plant my feet upon. Write a ray of light to put it right is my commonwealth in this divinity infinity. I want to just take your hand and be a solice to your memory. I will let you be you, but do not be anything but a moment or red and then come back to blue. See the buffalo of Yellowstone NOT wreck my car as they line the road as we came through. I love your beautiful eyes and your martyristic soul. Tone down the theme toward me, but go at France today, and learn the color green. Can't you have a new eye color, for special hair days? Breathe stops and you see the sea with no malady. Do what you need and hear a special song from me. Soothing tramps of the south do not exist and a feather will never set you free.