Yeah i didnt spell check it or even look at it when i was typing so yeah here it is raw.

When time colaspses on the stars we all fall down, like clouds on the early morning sky, loose and free, letting go of time and concept, souls running free on a hot summer day, the dog catches the frisbe and runs back for more, like a broken heart asking for more, we have no reach on our soul at this point letting go of time and reality, lower then low, the old man walks this day remembering it from before, now its dirty and polluted, the other man lays and relaxes knowing the end isn’t that far away, he has smelled these flowers before. Young adults run through the freshly cut grass, some lay and feel its soft cut edges on there back, yet I sit here soaking up this power that shines down on me, Breathing the polluted air, enjoying the day. The camera could capture this day but it would give a false sense of happiness of this evil world. Is it really that evil? Is it wrong that halfway across the sky young kids are dying and fighting with deadly weapons just to one day beable to lay in the freshly cut grass they have never seen? Is this world that evil if somewhere a baby fights for its life just to beable to breath one ounce of air. Is it that evil if our brothers and sisters travel across the world to protect our country from something that doesn’t exist? Infected from day one and spready like cancer this world spoiling in the hot beautiful sun.