my november

when i thoughthomes comes closer
somthing growing strangely inside
then crowded the tiny hut
the wall that binds happily
and life is critical
when breathing is not only the utility
shall i borrow breez till dawn
all that small converse,wake me up
its easier to change the wayz thoughts then a those dense breez
the alien insidelured to feed??
then nothing comes to closet
nothing seems so fine
and now why appetite struck in the middle of nowhere.