Is it lost to be empty or is it full of it all ?
A limbo state without debate but a perfect slate which can never be late.
I want to hold on but I am lost when I try. I dont know very much really and I certainly dont understand. But I know whatever I want when I let it in.
What a fusser about empty things.
And then I walk outside and see the most perfect complete rainbow I ever saw. It feels very happy to see it.