out of mind..

after couple of traffic lights, i still remembered about my wet blue underpants and tshirts, 2 socks folded down to squares tight as origami, that i put inside my big bag. this is silly, at least thats what i'm trying to say. down another street, looking for a missing tick tack, listening to my friends joke, its not even funny, its more like something that palahniuk would might shot. cheezy. this is my dream, hope i could made it. i dont wanna Living that same life, every day. this is my future that we're talking about. in other case, at the next stop, i wondering about you, its like tracking horse shit on a cowboy boots. i sat and peeled back the window and spit the gum down to the hot unbrushed street. this is what i have brought along for these last few months,but i dont have to tell you, just read this, i'm sure u'll understand. this is a masterpiece, This much time, i'd bet on our own ability to create some masterpiece. A short story or poem or screenplay or memoir that would make sense of ur life. this is masterpiece. because i'm telling truth. i remembering you. like you used to remembering me.. give me a hug.. dont give me love..