to be i and alone and that i  can’t breath right to stop writing. the thing the letters saying  l o n e l i n e s s to can’t hold fear anymore or get any older, since i am a  c h i l d to watch the snow cling to the mountains the  wind lifting upwards  to watch dead fox getting eaten by big bird sitting on it’s head  to watch dark tumbleweed’s obstructed  fluctuations in fences  to recall prior traveling. with  h a p p i n e s s this one is fiercer or raw to watch and weep  over…