To some people the world is a thing that we live on. To other people the world has a place to be. We the people that made owe home here. there is nothing that people can love, all the love is gone and replaced by lost. lostness has no felling and no idea how it starts or how long you had it. to some people they shake it off like dirt on your shirt. but to the rest of us is taring down your world. and if you are reading this, do not think that i am smart to write down this. just because i wrote down something that you think is smart, it is not because i relised it with my own eyes and you did not. know if you do not think that just forgive the last few lines.