Others
they know there the path
they know the norm
that I don't know
they got the memo
that I didn't
they learned there role
that if forgot
they got a script made and written by society
that I did not get
they got the message and they understand
////
me
i know that feeling
of not knowing
of missing the memo
i hope i get
i do
one day
perchance
but
i like being curious
like being out there
but
i guess
that it will be good for me
that
i learned the norm
the memo
the script made and written by society
that
i missed
that what differs
from
me and them.

I'm tired
of doomscrolling
of seeing my life past my life go by
go by
by a screen
I'm tired that everything we do
has to be package in my screen
I have the urge to try to go way
from earth
and its evil roots
I hate that blogs and TV are reposting bad news
there spreading and
Spreading bad news like the plague
Because that what pays the bills
evil stuff
bad stuff
I'm tired of this
I'm tired of all of this
I'm tired
tried
tried

once i had a friend
i made a friend
he was my best friend
the best friend
forver
i love him
i loved him
he loved me
he loves me
he was with me forever
for 5
6
7
8
9
whatever
but then
I grew ***** in my face
I grew fatter
I grew skinner
I got bored
I grew taller
my friend went away
I made him away
we split
and we grew farther
I was
10
12
15
19
I was 30
and my friend we never
spoke
but
I still know him
as my best friend
Forever.

Turns out they were right
all the glitter
is not always gold
that some truths are better not told
that bad things
are more complex
then we think
that truth are more complex
that not everything is black and gray
that truth can be twisted
I give up
nothing I can do
the truth is twisted
and hate to tell you
that the truth

The smell of perfume hit me in the nose
its was an ice cream flavor
with a hint of vanilla
and powerful stench of
nostalgia
the scent was big and infected the room
I look at the bottle
it reminds me of her
It's like calling me
the bottle
that does not move
it calls me like a mermaid call
it draws me in
to my doom
the remembering is too painful to baer
I go back
with water in my eyes
I miss that smells
I need that smell
but it has gone
forever
that perfume
of ice cream flavor
with a hint of vanilla
with a huge hint of nostalgia

i wish i can go back to the good times
goo back to the prime time
when
public figures were not so dumb
when the worlds' health dint feel numb
i want to go back
when tech dint take care of us
Instead of our moms and dad
or whomever
I wish we all can go back in time
when society was not crumbing in our feet
when every thing dint came to disagreement
Where every answer was wrong
and every is wrong
when we didn't isolate
until the point of auto killing.
i wish can go back in time
to prime time.

Talking

As I do my work I look up to the class to escape for second

At frist hearing I hear

My teacher teaching

At the second hearing I hear myself breathing

Then I hear them

The classmates

My classmates

Not. My friends

Just people that I share a room with while getting lectured 7 hours of the day

There talking about plans of there day

Movies

Work

Homework test

Me

I know there not talking about me

It can not be

I did nothing to them

Except share a class

I don’t even know the

But nevertheless

They stare at me

While they talk and gossip

And I’m forced with the will of destiny

To

Unfortunately

stare back

As they talk.