The Way It Splashing Back
"Well, what's wrong with it or that. Tell me please. I just can't imagine that happen. Now I'm running without my shoes and lifting over my shirts. Acting crazy over my head and trying to find the nearest tree that perhaps able to crush you out of my head. It comes again and again like mosquitos. They suck the light from me, then spit it out somewhere so I could see it splashing apart from my eyes, my hands, and my dream."