Where Is The Dry Sea?

The fingers are sore, as soon as you are immediately hallucinating about a kind of parasite.

I miss, but shame!
There was criticism in the unfamiliarity of the things that had passed.
Where is the tip of the trough in the blue sea?
I don't look at her.

No, I don't.
Even once in a while when she carved out a kind of wound.

I really can't see it.
But where is your location actually?
I am looking for you..
But you are not ready to approach and shake my hand.

What is wrong with you?
I felt a deep sleep there.
Not with you.
Not you.

I just feel the drowsiness whacking over my dry pocket.
I feel a very blue loss.
It doesn't just turn blue, because it doesn't hurt me and bruises on my body.
I bluffed it like a wall clock at one o'clock.

Do I really don't want to see things as straight as number 1?
Or I just don't want to run and bend like number 7?
I do not know!

Truth is always difficult to express even in terms of ravines.
I always bother her but she will never get me.
How about you, are you still living in calm and skits?

When?