Okay, so i'm back. long time, I see. WHat does this mean? you ask that only because you have not been here through it all, seen the evolution of my illusion. But there are those who have been, and I thank them. Check out tatesoccer's diary!!!! anyway... here is a new poem. I pick myself up like I do everyday, Coiled around a herbal tea that doesn't name itself. Slowly but surely I heal myself. Picked up from blooming bushes like I was yesterday; I'll wear them all once more. A normal schedule is always made today: When I could sleep, I dream, I could ask for nothing more. If I act out life like I do in dreams, I'll get it down for sure. But for now, I'll carry on as I do everyday! I'll act it out for sure... The sun is shin=ing on earth like it does everyday: I'll play a song for her, something hear by few, Or I'll spend more time in lucidity, just to start anew. And I'll wait for me to away, and fall asleep today Normal like is such a bore. A rhythm for the soul, it played yesterday; So I'll dance along in this serenade, In wehistful thinking that I just unmade. And until it all ends on Saturday. ThenI'll end it all for sure... okay. so it's kind of happy for once, but who isn't?