Deep in my thoughts, I say how I feel. I am human, and these feeling must be expressed in order for me to dress. I will never say a name, whether true or false, happy or not happy. They are my words from my world or imagination. Time changes order and order changes time. Sometimes, my mind is cloudy and doubt-y of what is really going on. I'm lost in my dreams, and imaging what it really could be, by the time I come out of the cloud, it's too late. My reality went away. I'm left with words & my imagination again, imaging that things will be okay. It's easy to see what isn't there, It's hard to act on what is present until it's too late. My words, mind, imagination. Amazing. If I didn't understand my last trail, I'll remember next time.