love life , give life to love and live through it

love how my frinds box is completely empty. .  . so. no poin tin writing this unless i want another ocupation for my limbs. not that i actually write anything of importance. ever. is this the first time ive realized this? well its deff one of the times ive realized there is no point , in puncuation either.. and im asking/talking to myself then in theory no not in theory in life wow this is fucking sad okfts 

is it better to have millions of dreams and try to follow them not neccisarily all @ the same time.. or to have ne or two.. always with the same possibility of failure.. then to be left with nothing to aspire to be... i wish i could write like the countless nameless heroes which allow me into their worl of thoughts and imaginings, or to act  or to express myself in a paper, or to report important event and such thing to the world..these are my main dreams.. with many other little ones.. i dont know how to classify myself.. but then again. ive yet to meet someone who does

alot of mawork on here is a bunch of shit.. but @ risk of sounding vain i do like some parts.. ad i hope u wont critize this 2 severly.. tho i would like the occasional comment.. 

 

 

Pitter Patter down

Around, Around, then splatter

As I walk lonesome

 

 

Warm me up then you,

Cool me down as clouds pass by,

Warm me up again?

 

 

Tearing up the blue

Flutter down upon my soul

I, so honored, why?

 

 

Sliding, Slithering

Fake fingers grasp around her

So tight her breath stops