A fat pen helps the time go by sometimes it’s fun to watch it race by with streaks of fire trailing past whether she has brown hair and blue eyes or blond hair and dark shades I just need to see Wonder what if and have the time to try and lose my self I would have never guessed that the hardest thing to lose would end up being my self To let consciousness flow out to write page upon page a hand is the ultimate page. I mean the ultimate tool drop them with the rest of the chaos. Is there a brown hared beauty in the house across the street, next door is she alone, longing for comfort? It is women who inspire the great accomplishments Their beauty, their demure, they are the star light on earth I am just bones held in a bag waiting to be cast a side. More like a pon or trash, something to be done without but employs a slight effort to approach. (it’s starting to flow) a glass of wine with beauty to view is a bliss many never enjoy. The lucky or determined have a wine seller and surround themselves with beauty. Just a page a day. Just a little commitment that’s all that is required. A shred of discipline.