Because I could not stop for Death!
So, foul and a fair day I have not seen........
You might be thinking what this girl is up to????
This kinder imagination occupies when our mood patched or enrolled us in a melancholy way. NOW, this farragoes me to walk in a lollop manner and why not, as my longhand itself proofs how much dispatched sociolinguistic sickness have infected me.
Fruits I eat seem like a loganberry (red), Room i am down to... feels it’s a vacuum room and some1 have kept me locked. Water seemed to give a lofty, hurry-gurdy waves of blood which is throwing me in a bed of HYDRANGEA saying me to cuddle it tightly for my last breath wishes and beside it the HYACINTH ( bell-shaped flower) pondering me to get hype ,,, stopping to produce of HYDROCEPHALUS in my brain.