Kemune

I was craving to be stirred. And I was. Es tachu teicu par atbalsi.

Kad es uz mirkli iedomaajos, ka vinji tuuliit tuuliit apmainiisies lomaam, un tad deels saaka staastiit pasaku teevam, man noriteeja asara. Un saakaas laviina tur iekshaa.

Es reiz iemiileejos, tachu laiks skreeja paaraak aatri, lai es saprastu, kaapeec. Storytelling. Shobriid man tik ljoti taa pietruukst, un I'm drying out reizeem. Man iekshaa deg kaarteejaa atziishanaas miilestiibaa Vinjai, tachu shoreiz es zinu, kaapeec. Es to nosuutiiju, like a fool, inspired me, Big Fish wannabe.

And all my friends were walking up and down the boardwalk. And my dead Grandmother was selling cotton candy out of a little shack.

(Nu es varu iet guleet. Esmu dziivojis.)