Sunday...The ultimatum of loneliness

Say it isn't so?

I wish there's an angel that I know sits here with me and talk.

Dont and would never mind how I look at home.
He (my angel is a He) can looks just as lousy as well.
Coz we are both only at home.

We can both sit there and stare at the walls, like our eyes can paint pictures like Picasso on the plain walls.

He can show me magic by plucking a feather off his many many wings.(My angel wont just have a pair of wings.That's your average angel.He has mutiples!)

And really...

I wont be sitting here alone and type all these.