To the virus

She had 5 minutes to work on the idea: She had got to work it out. But she constantly decided to let it go. It was easy like that, it’s five’n go, and no more worries about it. No more needs. She would only have to draw the line and the line would draw for it self. But she dropped the reason, and started to find it all too boring. It was in the year of the dragon, in the mettle of a conversation that she suddenly recovers her fool mind of her last drinking and starts thinking better that she really had nothing to do instead of doing for it self. She did not want to go trough all that again so she turned her back away, this time forever, of any idea she might had. But its ironic how life gets under you and twist you up side down. It was a Thursday morning when her thoughts started producing new material, thou she would squeeze her brain every morning in to a neutral solution with the intention of selling her brain fluids with her unwanted thoughts. That was her only action since the last trouble caused by her friendly north. She did not want to run away, but she new she would do nothing but escape. So she unplugged her head from her neck and dropped on the basket. Now she would only have to go south because she isn’t a side’s girl. Yeh, she carries her own jacket, and her flag to the pole.