FOR EVERYBODY WHO'S NOBODY TO ANYBODY

Yeah, there, right there where I feel like I really belong. And exactly there, where I want to build a communion of everybody who's nobody to anybody!

I started to yell at the wind. Cry with the singing birds. Chat with the forsaken wildflowers. And expressed my sadness with those mighty trees. I kept talking. Talking to the whole world until it turned into damn writing, writing for everybody who's nobody to everybody. Here starts my monologues. Fuck no! Dialogues.

Poetry Film:

I walked alone I walked to a cemetery And wept for somebody Who was nobody to anybody And there right there For the first time I felt I really belonged The withering flowers Foreshadowed the wailing within

I'll die tonight For none should come with love tomorrow.