Just Me

Talkin about a revolution. It is time to run run run run run run run run. I feel,in my soul, the level of courage Ms. Chapman speaks of. Maybe she could see me, actually, as me, and not the tragedy of my reality. I want to be and see the way to make people pay actually that is play. I am tired of the lonely. I want to be the only, as I am destined to be. Dreams play and show larger realities as even an email flash on my phone reaches me and I wake before it beeps on my phone. Prophecy is not a felony, but it is about to be. Stolen things, and stolen thoughts are an academy of wickedness that we wish for ladies not to repeat. I sing a song of love, as I hate the crowd, actually. Fun comes to me, quietly, in the dimension of me, and not all of yee. Maybe the ho bags of the universe will be caught today. I just sit calmly and wish for epiphany. It is okay to sit silently next to me.