Where am I going, where have I been, it’s seems I’ve visited this place quite frequently again. I love this place so warm it feel’s familiar, like a scent of a mother to a baby I yearn for you, you’re the medication for my hearts desires. Hello again, I knew it wouldn’t be long before we were back together again, people tell me bad things about you, but nothing can tear us apart. Some say you’re the worst part of me, that’s funny I always feel my best when I’m with you, so I guess are opinions drive us apart. They all tell me I’m lost; I tell them I’m just following my heart; they claim I need help; I tend to beg to differ though. So what is this struggle, this Mongol, this harsh monstrosity it’s a darkness that revolts and prevails deep inside of me, its" addiction! a sentence that needs no sympathy, just promise me .....when my time comes, you'll bury me properly.
PB