Need A Jar

Had 2 shitty days. The problem is I badly want to tell someone but I can't.
I'm starting to think this is some kind of disease? or a malfunction. meh.
But like always, it passed away. Like any problems in the world.
Anyway, my thoughts that came out from the recent 'moment' is this.

I need A Jar. Best it to be Magical because it has to fit pretty big black stuff in it.
See, i also made a theory why the Ocean is made of 70% in Earth.
It's because it needs to clean up ALL the jars in the world.
Like the circle of life,
we take and give, we absorb and exhale. In and out.
Black and white.
The jar is where the blackness needs to be put in.
And knowing that the Ocean will never shrink is a Breeze.

Erin McCarley with Pony.

You hold your head up to the sky
You say what kind of blue
are you? Are you?
Then you ride your pony round and round
It’s diggin’ a hole, right through, right through

You stumble down a yellow brick road,
Spinning your shoes in the air, the air.
Then you, hold your breath, and count to nine,
Hoping that soon somebody will find you, find you,

Go on, go on, go on, the stars are watching,
Just say, just say, just say, what you’re feeling,
You know, you know, you know, you gotta take a bow and do it your way,
It’s okay, ladadadadadadadada, it’s okay, ladadadadadadadada

You’re 15 miles over the speed,
You’re going fast as you can after your daydream Ohh
I might get sad, carried away
Or have a serious talk with your, champaign.

It’s time for you to prove,
Within your ruby shoes
You deserve a smile with no regret,
Look at you
Kicking off your shoes,
Dancing for the world to see,
You got the power to believe,
Open up and see,
And go be free and fly away

~ closer to the Jar ~