it's doing something

it's doing something we realize one day that happened long ago in this space, but we could see it was something else that does not fit the antenna on the but below the roof of the underground in the basement of neighbor, and as always in such cases it is the way that takes up the pen to the other without it we could not have happened in the first pickle jump competition in a clearance beautiful plucked leeks, but what surprised me even more is to see the address of flying sea lions, who blocked for an hour and then the living room bathtub five o'clock I had enough and I went home, because in life we ​​hurt, it is dying, and we are not careful, because if we had the exact count of those moments that pass leaving a hole somewhere between the floor and entrance, once that is done we can not repair it, then plugged directly into a fancy search my brain I think the words to make winter mists, what happens in the summer in a castle in Scotland and for the first time I hear about the dumb, which fills me with joy, how could I have thought one day that all this is done at the same time, the tree with the mouse, moving from the cabinet antelope that make packages that are in the attic, I listen to my body in the hope that it gives me an answer, but it must not be in a hurry, it can take years I am obliged to 'wait it out doing tricks in wandering in the morning, all those hours of spring have to do this to not remember that tomorrow it's over, and that everything is clear, one question remains unanswered, as does one of the wounded, to eat it going to sleep but it becomes difficult, it is not known if the morning we tinker to build a bench or you still drinking coffee, I do not think we will do it long, it's true that I liked this young atmosphere, but now I'm tired, I want to get out of the circle and walk alone in the forest, and as the jungle is inhabited by dangerous animals, I take with me my umbrella that I can fly away from danger and I salute everyone what pleases some but hardly else, but that's life, I go, and in the silence that follows I understand that they are all dead, it surprises me a bit but at the same time I felt that it was time that all the world commits suicide, and arrived there, which is not easy because it takes shoot at the same time for everyone dies along with the risk that some of them did not die, I pity those survivors who will have to wander for years not understanding why they were saved when the project was everyone parte to prevent the end of the world on the earth, then what's the point of living if it is the end of the world but we were in the jungle we do not know what is going on around but what it because then it is mysterious, because the human is capable of the best and the worst, which is not certain, but today that it continues to live simply without asking any questions, we are here to breathe, while the sun explodes, great weakness takes me all at once, am I going to live or am I just rotting quickly I hurry to go over the bridge, so I'm out of the water and boats passing underneath, will it be in or out or else the whole time