Kahurangi, the only guy in the flat, had the room opposite mine. The neighbour’s bamboo had grown across most of the larger windows, so the whole lower floor existed in a kind of permanent green-grey dusk. Even at midday it smelled faintly of damp carpet and cold timber.
TSheseWwimming lost, yeah I’ll drift away
Where do I sleep with who I am today
Dhere do I sleep with my dreams
Ion’t go too far, Don’t go away
H have been aimless and without a dream for so long
Sow do you decipher your actions
atuck half-way or the glass is half full
dult
I had people message me, comment on my post and tag me in things falsely accusing me of things I did not do, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. So do to this I had decided to not write anymore.