apology

i have words and words to write ,but 20 seconds on th einternet .. so i shall truly say i apologize for not having the time to correct or write more ..
my head is boiling, but i need my whole life to be moving ... faster but surely in the direction that suits my destiny

' nights in the city i use to spit but now i bite my own toungue'

now. days of sleeping, food, lazyness at it's best and family reunion, wonderfull but i need to crave something, and there i get feed way too much. so i left ...
i was so bitter for the last moments in this cold city i left so fast . but you can't let go of the people you know, the few that got through you so you come back, for a short moment only. i dream of appearing my heart and body 21 hours away from here. to see you , your last words i barely heard like people talking fast but sweet like time will slip in between our hands, and voices travelling it's never enough of a feeling in riding a copper wire i want you to hide me, like a secret no one truly knows i exist and my identity is tattooed on my skin you cannot kill me so easily, because then people will know. i can only be missing for so long back where i say i belong.
my last times in montreal were nervous, shaky, i was a stranger and all this because i forgot to breathe the way i told myself i would do so. i fucking forgot. and time let you see the past history i got plenty of time quick to study, and i am still a hell of a goo dstudent when comes to the speed i let my brain go to . there was no reasons for me to wait longer , i needed again to go further away to create my destiny....

later . i did not publish this post on time. at 7 in the morning i always wait a little longer. never always can you trust your hands when your eyes are looking numb.
but we are day light, i learned yesterday the last peice of technology i had is no more, some fuckers got rid of it without a words, or sold maybe, they can lick me where i pee, i took th escreen and threw it in the air, lovely the sounds when shit breaks. now i get back to what secretly i adore, old school. i have a bag , pen and paper and still bits of my heart and a ticket to america, they say the dream begins. i dream only of peace, and i would like to feel that way even when i'm not alone, i want a rooftop and more rain then one can take. and i wan tto be unknown by the system...see i told you before i am a hopeless romantic dreamer.
jonathan last night told me ; margo people and there choices, life is 2+2=4 i fyou fuck up you pay fo rit , you play too hard with your brain and body and you could even die.
then margo he told me your life is 2+2=3 only 3, you are so lucky if someone would do the calcul clear you would be i jail already , now you are still free.
you got it, maestro, free my own way , never easy even when i look so smooth .
maybe the ones i worship were still drunk when they wrote long ago their toughts, and i follow in style the road is never straight , it's just fine that way .
i have flushed away the lost of material, even th ebed i use to sleep in , gone. leave me alone, i hate to carry it all, i would carry a friend even my dog before the weight of all i use to be , surrounded with .. it made me sick, now i should go, i knowa place i have never seen before under a bridge where i can look at the stranger in the water , i reflect .

i reflect