If I:

   If I don't breathe my world is blue.
   If I don't cry it's bottled
   If I can't say the things I need to,
   It's because my lips are locked.


These are the last days of mimzee.  Something bigger is coming.  Because it's cutting right through me. Like glass, knives, bullets and words.  Better. And the science behind it is living positive and true.



Just be patient.