my hair washed long enough for the fragrance to sip into the roots of this hair. my face with three different solutions that i hoped would give differences in this tired eyes. i do not feel refreshed. i've been walking in the drapes long enough that my hair is dry and my lips, tearing. i have not spoken a word.

my bed is in a mess and the sight of the bed sheet which came out of the laundry last week dampens my mood. my baby hippo seems to have the wrong shade of blue. what is happening? or better still, what happened..?

this house is quiet without the melodious sounds of almost everything, and anything. the TV set is not switched on and the urge to watch John Mayer live in Los Angeles DVD is building up. we're eating mangoes, dad's asleep in the hall, grandpa altering his pants. everyone is lying to each other, covering the truth with words unspoken. today is quiet with a bold very. i should get used to this.

who said it was time, time to take, take love? time to take a chance here. time to compromise to occupy the lies and it was time for all the wrong reasons but time is often on my side but i give it to you.

sometimes the sun shines on other people's houses and not mine, and the clouds paint the sky in a way that takes away my summer time. somehow the sun shines upon you while i struggle to get mine. well there's a light in everybody so send out a ray of sunshine. i wanna walk the same roads as everybody else through the trees and past the gates. i'm getting high on heavenly breezes, making new friends on the way. and i wont ask much of nobody, i'm just here to sing along and make my mistakes look gracious and learn some lessons from my wrongs.

well, you sure look as good as your outlook. would you mind if i took some time to soak up your light, your beautiful light? you got some paradise inside. i get hungry for love and thirsty for life but much too full on the pain. and if i turn to the sky to help me, it most often looks like rain. if this little light of mine combined with yours today, how many villages could we save? how many watts could illuminate? well my umbrella's tired of the weather wearing me down. well, look at me now.

you're undeniably warm, cerulean. you're perfect in design. i hope you hang around, so the sun can shine on me and the clouds can all roll away and the sky can become our possibility cause there's a light in everybody, send out your ray of sunshine.

the list is empty but my mind is full.


have you ever been experienced? live high.