it's that time of a year

He is here again, he walks, who wears shorts when it rains, and a sweater tainted with mud, so full of his concepts it is said, try and fall, try, try and fall, strip yourself out of it and laugh, life is in touching the raw wood, sculpted with chisels and saws, in the slashes the sap has shimmers of blood, and it smells like it could make you feel dizzy, turn your head up, close your eyes in that solitary forest, it's fresh and your cheeks are pink, Is that random if you go out when people shelter in, except those few other originals, that man in white shirt stuck like a stake under the fleeting rain, that woman in a black coat, reading, her head with mirroring glasses hid in the den of a huge hood, at the meeting moment he was staring and smiling, filling by a rush of excitment, to be here, safe, far away, striped and drenched, in the honesty of nobodies, that's what living is to him, not poisoning his body and soul with stale and sour embodiments, he knows there's nothing to seek, that week is for him, and even if nothing happens, there's a joy in what he loves, the simple, the rough, the dirt, the enticing, the lonely, the ethereal, the caring that is inside.

I'm cheap and there's no purpose, there's news and i wanted to write, this is a puzzle, because for now i can only share in puzzles, it doesn't show realness, reality is much more stark, and i'm ok with mine, that's a small and useless show, i'm not a right suitor, i'm the outsider, the scavenger, the bully of relations, the prince of void proposals, but i can't say, i can't say, because there's nothing to be said that will nourish people to their core, so it's not you it's me who cares.

(that's a random writing, i wanted to write, i thought to share that with you, [that last phrase is serious, eh, you noticed], i somewhat feel guilty that i impose my ramblings on you, sometimes i question myself if i had credits on my phone will i feel to write little notes randomly throughout the days?, loving and philosophical notes like teenagers send their hollow moods, i will be like an annoying fly, but there's a tide in me that makes me come back over and over to your feet)