How To Make A Bird Seed Cake With Gelatin

Getting lost was never easy

'm so lonely, so confused ...
I hurt so much these wounds.

And time is just something
I lost my shoes.
Now I do not want to walk, let alone breathe
.

street lights traveled,
memories of pure nonsense ...
miss those days so

Friends who were
when a smile was enough.
empty vessels, is only

melancholy

y.