OFFMEN International

Sheep.
Love vs. happiness
Morrison
The poets soul
I have to go now.
I have to go on hiatus, my mind hurts
It feels like a wash
It feels like a sea
A long drawn out sea
It feels sticky and glued
Glued to you
To me
To something other than we

I hear noises
Oh its only my mom
The phone rings
Its long distance
Not for me
I hope