Unstable thinking marked by things unmoving, unrested, unresisted. 
Educated in stupidity and intellect.	
All stroked by my unmentioned pride and diamond colored eyes.  
Shadowed by you.
0-5-4-3-2-1-0 is an indentation of my infatuation 
in a struggle that does not know me 
but mold me into seduction, 
sophisticated, sidity, scrapes of silence.
You see I am the cherry colored candy coated creams 
that you dare to dream was in your climatic atmosphere 
and instead of being here or there 
I choose to incline myself in infatuations 
that make my situation better.
Better yet I make it look sweet 
while I sleep with one eye open and one eye closed. 
I suppose because you wish you were me.
While I sit back and look at purple skies sitting on purified lies.