the problem here is that im looking for people to tell me things that i should be telling myself.
the fool who ripped his pants
i dont know what poetry is how do write it when i express something abstract in prose is that it is that already it what is it its more of astream of consious thing right now honestly maybe its just blogging i dont know why im writing why do people even write these things i feel feelings and when i feel them so much i have to let it be recorded somehow somewhere i guess today its gonna be on the annals of the internet huh
you know sometimes when i really feel an emotion i can see it
like i just have to look a little bit to the left and its like i can see the inside of my heart????
the other day i was really lonely and i looked to the left and i saw my pain piled up like this grey goop against this black wall
and on the day i first told mer i loved her i could see these weird green blue ribbon things swirling around me
i dont know its weird + cool