poor child

I am walking through a meadow. Eating sunshine dust. Fighting in a sack. Looking for a monkey in a bag. All the times I thought I knew what I was doing I didn’t. I was just lost in this meadow of mine that is so utterly big. I am walking and walking until my feet they bleed. I am thinking of something but I can’t put a name on it. I wish I could but there is no name for this object of mine. I am sure that I have made it up. Most of the time I am falling. Falling into my own head. And I think that maybe just maybe I might be a bit misunderstood. I think that people don’t find me likable and most of them are going to die. Cuz well I am going to kill them. Yes I am. I guess what I have been trying to think of is this. Death! I want those people to die. No I am just a little girl. Eating my Dum~dums in the sunshine of the meadow. I love everybody. And I wish them well. I feel so happy now. I think all the bad ppl are gone. I am alone now. I feel sad. I have never felt this way before. My head is talking to me and my head. I don’t understand. I don’t have a thought or idea. I just do. Never think. Never have. Never will. (sigh)