Resident In My Room

That's quite ironic. Something eddies in me. I entrust my body to it. Unchanging days. I was looking up the smoke. I found a spider gazing me through a gap in the smoke. as if myself losing the way to go. I can't move like the butterfly caught in the web. I would play into your hard, I would play into your hard, if I struggle. how long do you keep me as a preservative food? for me, you seem to look over there. (how long) do you keep me as a preservative food? for me, you seem to look over there. it's your territory. I'm a wingless bipolar how long do you keep me as a preservative food? for me, you seem to look over there. (how long) do you keep me as a preservative food? for me, you seem to look over there. There's a reality behind the window. the rain drops are like tick. If you wait a little longer, I would fly, before the smoke would be gone.