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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