do you know how to feel,
while not feeling real?
or is even feeling at all,
a real feeling?

can you steal a feeling?
can you feel someone stealing,
your feelings?

is this even comprehendible?

everyone has an aroma,
that of their house or detergent,
that trails behind them,
while they go about their daily business.

you smell like peaches,
and i bet it follows you,
even when you take the trash out,
or go out for a run.

i've never been to your home but i can only think,
                                    *that your house smells like peaches too.

my mother always used to tell me,
"you don't have a soul,
you're a person,
you are one."
but aren't i supposed to feel light?
graceful and weightless?
all feel is an anchor,
*holding me and pulling me under.

telling me i'm worthless,
                   won't make you worth more,
            and telling me i'm a mistake,
doesn't make you less of one.
          and saying i'm disgusting,
                won't make you any cleaner.
and telling me i should be dead,
                  shouldn't make you any happier,
            but it does.
thanks.

who do you think did it?
maybe it was a child,
or maybe a grown man?
a bully in high school back in the 50's?
what about some stoners too high for common sense?
anyone.

but let's just take some time to admire it,
the beauty in such an odd state.
there is beauty in everything,
right?
the tree had already started chipping the paint,
bright blue paint.
and it looked to be eating away at the basket,
the bike looked uncomfortable.