The Fabric of Time

I look to the sky to find the owls of the night, but the sun greets me instead. Maybe ANIMAL is the perfect thing to be. Riding the line on the bike may be easier than walking a crack that will break your mother's back. Everyone stay calm in university, especially FEMALES today. Witchcraft of elite authority is always around me breaking MY back and brain, actually. I just keep moving with the sands of time and leave my breathe as the healer of the pain for moments and thus infinity. I am the fabric of the white dress. Stop using too much. Bring it all in from the line and see the BEES buzzing in society today.