so much to ask

There is still so much to say

I can do this all afternoon.

I always hope and always it seems to come worse

nothing is going to change

I dream walking

All by myself…

The playground all to myself

I want to jump

is it?

Time is ticking

above the clouds there’s always the sun

Never ever I am going to make it to 25 this year

Noting better to do? How sad

Was Santa coming to town?

lucky you?

Lucky me?

oh well

I can’t keep talking to myself…

still not moving