Recipe For Training Shoe Cake

Take me luck ...

a name. An adjective. A verb. An article. A pronoun, a comma, ellipsis, a feeling, an emotion, another adjective, a verb and yet another.
Then a point.

The sheet remains in half, consumed by the need to no end.
The words remain, but do not scroll.
They stop at the ink, as if a knot to prevent you from going over.
and complete the sheet.
're still in the palm of the hand and from there back to the head and heart to become once again a thought.
Solitaire and capricious, like a breath of wind on a sunny day.

And you get angry. Yells at me and I can dream if I can not do what you want.
But the paper has remained in the middle, you see?
Words can not invent, but you will seek and search, as you do with the lives of an earring lost on the road.
not enough for me any, I just want one that fits perfectly with what was given to me.
If I find I have lost.
happens. It happens to lose something to lose and lose.
You know that life is made of this too.
My time is not on your own time who knows eternity.
The sheet in half.
And you do not talk anymore.

There are letters that are hidden in the darkness of a drawer because the words chosen without peer at each other, as people do.
And you do not talk anymore.

want another name, another adjective, a verb, another article, another pronoun.
Another emotion and another.
But I do not want a single point.

You have guided my hand holding it, once again, and again, and I wonder if followed was not crazy.
I loved my dream just like a dream far and wide, inside and out, touching the edges and tearing the wrapper.
And you loved with me, you gave a direction that I can not lose.

Help me to wait and keep it alive, as is done with the flame of a candle when lit.
I need you, especially when others do not understand.

Answer.
And bring me luck.