My eyes are spastic and I think about myself.
Me and I have allot in common.
Though the stars and cluster is never as bright as in we (L) katamari.
Why shall I have to wait. Why do I wait?
Is Monday my salvation. My answers. And my only hope. ?
yes.
When I go back I will be whole again. Without a doubt.
When spring is over I will be no one again.
Without help and helping I stray.