Elucidating Questions

This creature doesn’t keep count

I notice it skip a number every once in a while

But somewhere sometime soon

3000 little letters lost in the web

And you are no where to be seen

But I

I’ve become this different shape

More expressive

Within my secrets

But my life has more colour

Along with the grey days

And if it’s not important to you

Ah that breaks my heart

That’s been broken so many times it only takes one of many tragedies a day to break it again

But I don’t feel as ashamed of my feelings anymore

And I may have no one

To really talk to

I just so happen to see so many things I used to miss

And right now I don’t know how to feel about you in the same way I don’t know how to feel about the Owl

Hoot

If anything of my reading was right

But who knows, I was crazy

Crazy all the time

But it’s okay that way

Try to tolerate bugs

Everything seems so pointless when you look at the scope and the effect

Ah

It’s my other still alive sister’s birthday today

Well she burned that bridge at Christmas

Man, life

Very much in the same place

No progress in sight

I hate myself less-ish

When I’m in a good state

Some day someone is going to read all of it in one go

I wish I knew how long that’s going to take

This category of fuckery that doesn’t seem interested in stopping any time soon

If I keep writing I wonder if I’ll ever write more than the person who wrote the most prose?

Well I guess I never would because if I’m the person that wrote the most then I’m forever tied with myself

I really did want to sing together

If I tell the Universe I want to know the answer to my question over and over will I find out?

I feel like the silence is the answer to this one

Which is very disappointing

You’d think

But then again, no

I guess you wouldn’t

It’s never really safe to think anything

Not about “personalities”

Well anyways I wrote it

All this

Since we’re clearly not going for quality here

Good job on sheer volume of letters lost in the web

Long Live what ever the hell I’m doing here

Because it was supposed to be something I did until the day I died

That day was supposed to be 6 and a half years ago

Keeping on, Chester

Keeping on