you have the people that appreciate too late
sometimes
(like me)
you have the ones that appreciate because of what they don't have
you have the ones that don't know what to do
you have the ones that wander inside their useful thoughts they don't know how to apply (but for what)

(i stole my soul back from the evil that once generated my actions)
i want my moments back

reflections to persevere

i want my mom to trust me again
but i can't seem to find bothersome in letting go of what I say
truth seems so close to me, but far from others
(because experiences are different)

i wonder if that girl I met knows her boyfriend begged me to tell her about him even though his mind is garbage

but i'm egoic for saying that, but it's the youthful truth that seduces my existence to fail universally

eating chicken, drinking water

please don't bother         (i need to make more sense)