On days where I dont understand things I think of the unimaginable.
Beauties holding hands with bloody corpses nestled under a large oak tree in the middle of a desert.
Paperboys skip through sidewalks in night time merriment wearing t-shirts depicting Margeret Thatcher holding a posie
under a waterfall at the end of the world.
On days where I don't like things I picture holding a watered down knife cleaned in a bowl of blood and mucus
on a kitchen counter next to fresh milk cartons, bread and fish.
On days where I love I see clouds everywhere.
On days where I fear I picture children holding each other under a blanket with a flashlight and monsters watching them.
On days where I dream I keep my eyes closed with my hand in soapy water thats not too hot.
On days where I set off into the horizon I always look back to see why I am leaving
as tears stream down my cheeks and cause rivers in the backseat.

Atleast all this makes sense.