Sitting here in the dungoen of the Black forest, I can see all the pretty colors..I am happy being the perfect person I am. Sometimes I lie and even cry to get my way, in the end it was for all the things that I want and needed to be a stable creature of God. What I have gained on this journey is a clear leveled head that won't hold me back from the events of reality. Life sometimes can feel like a dream land where everybody is gossiping about you. Yet if the flies wanted it, they can have it. So life can just go eat it cuz this is a mans game...Forest Fires..there real, werewolves are fake and heartbreak is the truth. Broken down into Lil pieces that leave a happy soul scorn with burns of a future being wiped clean of all its pretty colors. Lies are even real, its just we cant polygraph thru the kindness sadistic eyes fathom. On the trigger mind we are expected to formulate the right choices. All true, all real, we all fake, its just Forest greens make it all feel like cold hearted T.V.
Barbie'
