I say sentences like

Ugly ass thing, it’s so freaking cute!

To the air

The air which is just losing its mind around me

What am I going to do when I’m the most sane person left?

Just spending money I don’t have

Existing all alone

It would have been my bad if she hadn’t sentenced me to this life

Isolated me from my family

The Queen of Hearts

It’s hard when it gets to be Summer

And I can hear people gathering all around

All these days that have gone by

Me waiting for someone to notice me

Anyone,

Yah?

Literally anyone

Pluck me from this empty place

Put me somewhere better than this

Wherever that would be

I don’t even dare imagine my life better

When I do I tell myself off

How could I have such thoughts when a life like it not once have I lived?

Best not to play with Hope they tell you sweet nothings that are in fact just nothings

Is it going to rain now?

The grass is green in June

I am pleased with this

The weather my companion

Earth

Gaia

Mother

This doesn’t feel right

I swear I’m a pack animal

Yet I have no pack

Do you listen to the wailings of the loneliest whale the same?

I just don’t speak on the same level

The wails of several dogs

And then some sirens

Odd

Usually that’s the other way round

My mind it goes to him and my head it aches but I’m more concerned

Not that silence isn’t new

It isn’t new

This isn’t new it’s just the same thing as all the other times and he’ll do something later that I will miss

So far in this column we only have an alive and allegedly happy critter so

Right?

Always worrying about people who don’t worry about me

Don’t worry about me let us worry about blank

A million beautiful ladies

And a million beautiful men

And all the beautiful trans people

It’s not right to imagine myself succeeding among them

Now the wind is quieter

But the clouds have hidden my Sol

A thousand good things for you

Someone else will have to wish some for me

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