Elucidating Questions

It doesn’t sparkle does it?

Doesn’t even shine

I wish I could burn bright

Bright enough to be seen

All those lights I’ll never see

Murder of crow

Take two

Caw caw

Sol came out after all

After all

Murder of crow part two

Take two?

If there ever really was a mission it was to make sure he lives like me

Live

You’re the one out of the two of us that can

Another day

People’s faces scare me

I think people in general just scare me

What a person to be forced into the customer service role

5000 days

It feels like it never ends

2000 odd poems

Letters

Endless Love letters

Well that was an interesting thing to add to that sentence

Sure, endless love letters

To the planet?

To humanity?

Even my anger is streaked with this useless hope

Love, if all love could truly combine

Wouldn’t a Universe be born?

To meet him

I still remember how my heart felt when I thought

If I could go back to that moment, myself

Pat my poor tired head and just say

No

That is not the way the story goes

Dear Author

You sadist

You never thought about the lives of the inbetweens

Red cammo car

Rap music

Let’s play

Yup it’s a light skinned boy

What a shock

Not

Tomorrow, huh?

Do I write you a birthday message? Or write about the place we should all be thinking of instead

見る分けではないでしょ

書く意味何てないでしょ

Either way though

Really

That poor strip of land and all its inhabitants

My tone of voice doesn’t match

What I want to sound like

One more quiet night at home

One more sugar crash

One more day of no one messaging me

Because I don’t message first

These oceans

These oceans of despair

Pulled a try too hard

Don’t we always

I am despair embodied

That my foot prints will never be big enough to do anything

Washed away by the tides

Someday

Maybe it will be afterwards

Maybe it will be after I meet him

Which him

That him or that him

I dunno, one of them has to exist

Right?

Or I could just have a collection of hims

I’ll take some

You wouldn’t let me have even one in real life so maybe in the after life you’ll forgive me for whatever I did and finally let me love someone

It all looks so manufactured

Those little soldiers

Building a pretend paradise that will only end up benefiting the rich

A gargoyle where they plan to build more apartment buildings

Let’s just get rid of houses

The poor can live in boxes

Poor boxes

Sorry

Apartments

What I wouldn’t give for a melody right now

Sol

Will anything good come of it?

All of this

Curses

Curse the me that slept through when I was supposed to charge my headphones

Though somewhere I’d like for there to be a me that doesn’t feel the need to disappear

You should come back to this place

I wish you would