The need to feel this before I hit the notes gets gross but I'm finding it, going to its crazy rescue,  floated for hours with ultimate trust in the oceans, this is the last story letting this body be taken without my direction, trusting you belong to something greater then this tragedy, trusting you could swim in the same place for hours as the waves take you away from the land? It was not like that other day, where a fisher man followed me from the cost, and herd me swimming with a four hour cry, he asked me to not die. If he knew had cried 3 days and nights, that was exactly 10 years ago, I knew what would happen I coulden't help it.

 Today was another story, It was a morning lesson to be rejected at work, the mermaids said laughingly "You came 15 minutes latte, that I was replaced." And asked me repeatedly why, well I couldn't respond it was obvious? I don't really want to take Oysters from the bottom of the sea, however the merchandisers must sale them pearls, to pay the so I pay the man of laws to make me recover a lost sense. Yes, id like to get payed from what they took from me, from the damages, but I rather be free and die if I must, transform my faith into another realm.

  But how could say it, without hurting this sad feeling. The mermaids are right, I came latte and they blamed me too for not being there the other two days. I'm here now, floating again back to were the cause started, easily taken by the sea, did admit that this was my place and swung wildly as a trapeze artist. Blizzards passed, waves halted higher, and floated as if they are all in the same right place, passive aggressive or when the sea line calms the sunshine multiplies with many more little inward ripples who transgress one another as titling from a continuous thrilled shake before the sun rays, it wont matter were you are, it sparkles from the distance of such diversities of colors that I shall grasp to decipher their names, but they brake into other tinny waves of purple, golden pinks, you can't trap them in your hand because they change into yellowish rays of bluish green drops vanishing funny into the ocean. So I float in them, surrendered to the heat wave of a biological instrument.

 Is a drug, could ear well the glaciers melting, causing avalanches and floods, freeing the voices of Atlantis. And the temperature shot's up more than usual, but whom am I if to sing back to even pay a house? No, the rain falls in my face and floats in a World of extreme suffering, because is sad how the wildlife is taken from us, I'm a big problem if to be heard. I'm the ugly tragedy who reports the given rubbish.

  Without meaning song this tale, did you see your hand, were does the disposal go? Did you need it, is it going to recycle, events from your mouth, there were thoughts too move you in a rush without thinking, singed through their winds upon whispers of death. Come to the beach this summer, get drunk in paradise from a 2 week holiday, feel the freedom, the nature and it's music. Is all the poor people have left, while you go back and work again, I must work again because of what your work took from me. But I'm floating affected in this world.

 And him, would he defend me, would he stand by me, would he pay attention to the melody of this voice, his oceans will exist forever, however, he wont need me. I can float into the siren's chorus. There are his eyes glued in my neck to sing again if I had no air condition to breath again, his eyes were glued to the beach side, and to it's depths, into the silence and the nothingness. Had to sing back or the loneliness transformed into a wear madness who replied to me without a solid meaning, emotional, as a transient, it cool a spell that went on and on in a helpless cry for lost reason.