My sweet & sour angel tear drop,

I can see the soul of the wings of the mouse as I am getting closer and closer, my eyelashes are inside the feathers already attracting dust onto the surface of my eyeball. Like a magnet. It's very close now. You know how it feels.

It's the home of the mouse with wings, an uplifting soul, you hear, it's looking for the divine and I want to dive. There was a king David once. He was bloody. He played tunes too.

I used to think that the home for the mouse would be in some direction down, as I was told, by the corners. But you know what? It was floating over my head all along. I found out when one day a feather dropped on my sandwich at lunch break. I looked up and I saw the mouse with feathered ears. It was the Dumbo-Dumbo Mouse.

I went over for a visit and the home was orange-yellow like potato and it said on it: "Home for the Dumbo Mouse." I knocked 3 times, gently, I swear; on the third knock the home had shattered into pieces.

Goodness, I'm so very truly sorry.

Yours forever
your sunset/sunrise forever yours
yours forever yours.