And so to London I move away To escape memories of you everyday Sorrow felt as shakespeare’s play As Romeo and Juliet we shall not lay
itching to leave
europe seems way more interesting to me than here and like a better place for the setting of a novel or prose or even a short story and in the forrests a poem or two, probably three
Let your body Di-hydrogen monoxide Not the same as suicide, If you’re a dolphin you just need to decide
The grass is greener everywhere but here.