Morning light

A Story by joe

What will I, what will I write about? This plethora of time I have spent, with loneliness; the amplitude I have to myself, what a lonesome night, it is for me, Here I sit, 6 till the stroke of balls I write, with the chance to change, my lonesome standing, I am to afraid; this loneliness scares me. People speaking to, but it’s all jargon,

Identity crisis, stress patterns in gibberish words, Please to the other 4, use a language structure with grammatical rules, tonight, before speaking.

To the stoner loner, hither to, hither to, hither to, is it only me that has begun to question, this lonely soul, this happy face?

A farce light tend to me, warm my heart, it yearns in pain, why does it hurt so, without the sun, give me light, let it be bright for I live in night, so keep all your happy smiles away from me it hurts so much, keep your bright smile for it’s too cold to show, to watch your kind lovelorn heart mend this pain you made,

I think I've made up, so now lets make up and stop our forever pretending:made to be non argumental and issued relationship. Waking up to look and stare at you, gaze as we lay and say I crave you