I’m not very good at meeting people
I get stuck in my head
and before anything is said
get lost in an existential crisis
conversing and the rules thereof
imply a two-sided exchange
of information
between two people
two
people
one person
talking to
another
person
to start with
I’d hate to mislead anyone
into thinking
I’m a real person
people
maybe
fractured parts
of everyone from my past
more like
the universe and all it contradicts
wrapped in skin
every expanding cosmic mess
all caged within my chest
but I digress
the universe is too big for small talk
I don’t want to know what friends on facebook you’re keeping
or what side on tinder you’re sweeping
I want to know what keeps you from sleeping
like do you lay awake at night
wondering what the hell is up with life?
do you notice it’s weird that we just say things
abuse words like play things
waste taste in search of ratings
we sit around discussing topical themes
but can we just appreciate please
we’re all made of dying stars
inhabiting this planet of ours
with little to no answer thus far
confirming reality
through perceived causality
defining by touch
but
even that is an atom apart
this whole science thing is going to far
as my brain goes bust
it’s something I’d really like to discuss
but
basically I don’t know who I am
and somehow I’m here
attempting a verbal version
of me as a person
I’m not even sure exists yet
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
I’m not very good at meeting people
I get stuck in my head
and before anything is said
get lost in an existential crisis
conversing and the rules thereof
imply a two-sided exchange
of information
between two people
two
people
one person
talking to
another
person
to start with
I’d hate to mislead anyone
into thinking
I’m a real person
people
maybe
fractured parts
of everyone from my past
more like
the universe and all it contradicts
wrapped in skin
every expanding cosmic mess
all caged within my chest
but I digress
the universe is too big for small talk
I don’t want to know what friends on facebook you’re keeping
or what side on tinder you’re sweeping
I want to know what keeps you from sleeping
like do you lay awake at night
wondering what the hell is up with life?
do you notice it’s weird that we just say things
abuse words like play things
waste taste in search of ratings
we sit around discussing topical themes
but can we just appreciate please
we’re all made of dying stars
inhabiting this planet of ours
with little to no answer thus far
confirming reality
through perceived causality
defining by touch
but
even that is an atom apart
this whole science thing is going to far
as my brain goes bust
it’s something I’d really like to discuss
but
basically I don’t know who I am
and somehow I’m here
attempting a verbal version
of me as a person
I’m not even sure exists yet
