Earth and Footsteps

all I see is a print on the sand. A bit of sun,clouds and wind. Sand that is travelling, and beats in my face. My face is gradually falling apart. A book and glasses. Reading some poetry and trying to make a better world. Just philosophy. Ideas that are always coming out, and I might say that they are usually brilliant. As the stars. And stars are the vivid symbol of a past that is no longer ours. As the streets. The streets of nowhere.
A desert is in nowhere, and a boat belongs to space. My world is lyrics and a bit of humazitation.


As the red birds, green ones fly by the forest. The bar is full of life,and music erupts out making the door slam. A slam is always a scary motif for everyone.


And my footsteps are painted in my room wall
And a bottle of water is made of thin air