Trying To Figure Out Whats Been Going On This Past Year... - Blog Posts

Things have happened.

Just as they always will.

Things have died.

Simply from being alive.

Things have made you smile.

Same as I wish I could.

Things have made me cry.

And if I were dry wood-

I'd burn and burn and burn...

But I am not who I should-

Be, I am someone who is

Melting, maybe?

Things are spilt into pieces

Myself am barely different-

Still talking to no-one

But myself.

I think that when I do that-

I half-become somebody else.

That half is my other self

She doesn't get lost transition-

She isn't even awake.

She's sleeping- no

Dreaming

With moldy melatonin

Not doing much to keep her awake.

Things have faded.

Like old photographs-

I've never seen any.

This is the digital age-

With no more pictures of somber faces

Being plastered to the page.

Things.

...

Things have looked up-

And seen the sun

But some

Things have gone down hill-

And landed in a rut

But both of 'em

Have left me

So that I'm somewhere in between

Maybe there was a ledge I stopped on!

Or a tree in a forest green-

Did they undergrowth stop me?

I think it must've hurt-

I mean-

I'm covered in scratches

But they're from a cat.

It doesn't matter.

I mean-its just that...

"Things have died"

From being a runt-

From being too young-

From eating her litter-

Man, crying is fun.

Five months(by estimation)

Three(months by knowledge)

And 15 years-

But by then

It's all the same-

They're all:

Dead

Dead

Dead

...

Things have been...

Inconclusive.