Floating Is, 'I Sea

Life was like those boats all around me different colors all shooting off like the mind a star all directions. It is then that I am launched out off and their I am, into them. Seeing them as ants on the shore now I know what he thinks, is he wondering, I am. And right before the end came near Them I sawing both ends, I saw naught. She with a sheet and her beloved betrothed I fear some thing strange by far is coming, I am drifting closer. Only his legs were left not consumed by the fire the bush, around them. Facing me coming in and she was. Like a cork on the ocean her waves foam living green colors and making motion invisible muscles I heard. Eye to eye when they met and she jets up and down on her sea. Pushing them up and squeezing it out the sea scallops beard was clearly hidden from me. Walking more quickly, stopping I said, blushing me bye.