the clouds grew dark as i rolled in. nni sat down next to a man with five empty cups in front of him. nnhe said, aren't you a little too young to be alone in these parts? nnif being young means completely lost then i guess i am. nnnnthe storms carried me home over paradesnnthe people caught colds from the pouring rain. nnwhen you stand on this line you are not in order.nnthis painting is rarely framed. nnnnat the age of six is when i started talking. nnat the age of ten is when i started walking. nnthey told me i would never get to fully express myselfnnand any place i wanted to go i could only go in my mind. so?nnnnthe storms carried me home over parades. nnthe people caught colds from the pouring rain. nnwhen you stand on this line you are not in order. nnthis painting is rarely framed.nnnni'll take the hands that gently sweeped across the plains of your physique nnand retire them into stables with horses that no one has rode. nnthe planes always pass my body and cast the darkest shadow. nnif i told you where i was headed, you still wouldn't follow. nnnnthe storms carried me home over parades. nnthe people caught colds from the pouring rain. nnwhen you stand on this line you are not in order. nnthis painting has never framed us together, nni'm missing from your pictures these days.