desolation, loneliness

One day if my this letter arrive to you, if you open it you will get blood on ur hand so i will be died probably. My paces in conflict. Or will be in forests free like a wild animals. I havent see this kind of loneliness entire life. You make me confused with this song and also you can talk of me. This loneliness is mine, dont make you nose on it. DOnt involve it.

Something Different

In small town or maybe not a small whatever, there are some BBFs. One of them gets a something secret from a someone/something gigantic, if it have come up how we got it was a gigantic, let me say its sound comes from deep and thrilling so it was creepy at all. Once they got the sound again but when they recognized they were just some visitors, kind of creepy faced and bod-shaped, for the open bazaar from space or any other planet to buy something, so local people thought there was no threaten coz they used see those. But I was funking...To be continued if again dreamed...:))

The tree bearing fruit, gets stoned

We all know what it means the sentence at the title. But always there have been outlooks to see the things from different frames, angles or just try to eye with the same glasses. But as we know and based on reality all outlooks are in divergent.
Life, out of that we think, sometimes can be really cruel, it does not give us what we need on the time and generally it provides things that we need at inappropriate times that we really does not need to almost forget to get it. So as a last word, sometimes in the life-span, we have to be cruel to be a kind.

I am pretty sure there is no consistent in the writing here but it makes sense when you can look deeply.
B-Y-E