what a beautifull day.
no one remembers my name.
unplug from minds connections,
because im dead.
the sights are gorgeous an ilegal immigrant working hard to support.
im listening to heroes del silencio and the doors.
not day not night
the sun coming down orange red glow sorrounding the clouds.
people are now home, but i feel alone.
how i long for isolation
be truely dead.
what a beautifull day.