You Were First One Am I Your Last One?

well another day gone another comes i cant say its been great i cant say terrible either nothing notewrothy happened but ive come to see in mm time away styles have changed and the world is more liberal Gays may walk freely without persecution the idea of a sfro american president stuns me though im still scratching my head but enough of my random ranting i ponder on beautiful woman i saw on ride home such beauty grace elgance if only i could of asked her for her name

Another Day

I wake from a rather gruesome night i barely recalllast nogths events or how i even managed to make it to my matress the weather has taken my nose on a run so i gues sim stranded between these wall maybe not lets see what the neighborhodd has in store for me

I Am Whatever You Want Me To Be

morning world

ahh anew day feels great to be back in the city the smell of the air the beautiful landscapes the wide range of coulture even as i write a lovely seagull? comes to the ledge of my window the squirrel are out preparing for their meals the little sunlight out illuminates my piece of paradise its been a while since i spoke to any of my friends i wonder of how thier lives have changed since we last were together all those years ago not the brightest of day but it still a good day for a stroll down the avenue i have bid farewell to my animal friends i wonder who ill meet?