when i sleep i see you.
when i am happy i have little to write.
i woke up laughing.
i woke up with a dream of greatness
in my lungs you stuck like tar
i cried laughing and died trying
i pounded my fist against the wall.
language what is language?
the compounding of words;
the mold to the clay
like the shape of a shoe to a foot.
as you can see i took notes.
i wrote down everything i saw
i wrote down gibberish
i even drew pictures.
What does it mean?
maybe, it will mean more to you than it does to me.