Through my days of being, I have come across items in which I entrust my entire being to. The essence of these halls, engage me as I pelt through them, mingle as do the unattached items flustering between my core's. Me seeing what needs to be done.....Time paces me as I retired to my thoughts, where I am virtual, and I can do how I please.
My mind slipping off to the item that waxes my mind.
As I set my mind a stray from the " Most important Item".
Flickering back and fourth..
As it fronted the corner I was to elated to feel in such a way so I left all I could and focused on the optimism of obtaining that item...But I forgot my common goal..
To pursue this item is forbidden..no sin shall caress my lips..But my soul is as tainted as can be..and mind so dirty..I'm in the slums..
Is it cause I'm bored, is that an excuse

``My inspiration slowly connecting to my bone marrow, as I fall yet again fro eternal damnation...My sky is Green``
Not to you!!!!!!