Dear Gary, just to say goodbye, in case

The thing is, maybe uncontrollable, i would say.
The words, the situation, the people, the atmosphere
Seems toxic to me.
Smells toxic to me.
Tastes toxic to me.

My Dear Dear Dear Gary,
it's not my time.
Not my place,
But as I always think, true artists should come across lots of things.
Maybe Maybe Maybe,
here, is not my place.
And something is gonna happen to me.
Because the heavenly Father has His plan. His brillant plan.

Don't panic panic panic, my Dear friend,
it's not a time for me and you to panic,
because the water is come up up up right now,
and the only thing we both should do is
pull up your neck,
take the deepest breathe
and dive deeply downward
To find a brand new creek to leave.

Friend Friend Friend,
I will never forget those precious hours of you and me
Flying like Peter Pan
Talking like Blab Blab Blab.......
It's a start of me to explore
and hope to meet a team of Friend willing to work as artist
boom a place where flowers would blossom on the wall
and chatters flying up in the air.

Embrace
my friend.