hm?

is the yellow fake? i'm not  sure, don't ask... i don't know. i will never know anything, still i can feel things inside.  i never can explain, my mind is not my toughest part. i am slipping on a yellow board in life. but i enjoy it, i like the wind on my face. i like that i don't have to step ahead, i just let myself dragged , wherever the wind blows. i don't really like to move. because i am a stone, washed round by the water.. who said that the stones are dead? they aren't, i can breathe..


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