Letter to the friend I have never met on trip

Letter to the friend i have never met on trip
Yes...I wanna write it until I'm wrong, cause lately it  became like removing dust from every shelv, so sick to deal with images hanged,politicking alone is like staring at yourself.
I lost the eyesight to learn it well,I would wash soon the iris,but we didnt met, yet.
so I can anticipate good topics,chapters and maybe some herbs,you gonna place the foot above the brake,because fatherhood owns all the curbs,but if you'll sit on the side it means that you agree,feeling ready to push
 yesterday watching the wallpaper  I got a teaching: the hammer naturally needs a sicle,from the voices of many posters,i picked up few vocals as" the cement outside is stomped mostly by imposters" 
So i fly on the grass waiting to see you passing,glossy intellects still divided while matt bodies cluster, on this road i need a sibling, a backpack,no sensei or master
Questioning together why this environment is such a piece of bad art,or why cash damages hearts more than darts and spraypainting white clouds on eclipsed reasoning would be our task,im just broke poet who needs help to put back together all the shattered parts
Perhaps ill meet u at the core of meditation,at the peak of Nepal or down at basics,it could be in Paris,whatever...for sure you will already be aware of my letter.