Pretty much about apples

"And what if my bag is too small,
bloody small to carry all the memories ?"
Mr . Middleton said,
" hide, and wrapped into big woolen coat,
wander around like you ve no place to go,
lit a cigatrette on the corner of 8 and 9 p.m,
let tears to wash away the pain. "

...and what if, I asked him again,
what if the bloodstream of heart of mine
is that red and wild I can drawn in it...like a swan,
hurted with a spear in the middle of a lake.
..he turned around and said,
" than ask your friend to give you a hand
and build two banks for the stream,
turning it into a river strong.

..and if you ever feel lost in your own bed,
bite a green, dark like
grass - after -April - rain - green apple,
feel the sourness sliding down your tongue
and you ll realize
life is still sweeter than that.
...and he was right, he was damn right.

...and I said,
" Likewise red- red apples on my grandmohers bed,
whispering about her last night s dream,
I m gonna take a long- long nap,
to wake up with the sun on my face,
feel the warm of the rainy day
and celebtrate it anyway.

cause life is half- a -rotten apple,
sweet - sour tasting piece of space,
I m gonna jump into that river,
to find my own warm sunny place."
...and Mr. Middleton said,
" you re right, you re damn right."