Elucidating Questions

Because reacting with the people around me is not connecting to the people around me

Every gear that turns, every crank, every script every little thing

Leaves me feeling empty not full.

I just say what I remember I should say.

I don’t know why they’re not worth less than the dreams I see where I speak.

Not talk.

And so I start speaking with the atmosphere or the galaxy or the universe.

Because I called everyone and no one ever called back.

And I go crazy,

But I know what crazy looks like so I see it

And I hate myself instantly.

No one else has ever seen that moment and accepted me.

People know me no one understands me.

It’s understand. I thought I understood them and clearly whatever that never mattered.

I don’t know why the fuck I keep waking up when all I want to do is sleep.

It’s the only place I feel like living.