Poetry must rhyme.. We do it all the time. Felt restricted these sentiments in rhymes but in hearts no form exists to express the extent of the effect of time on a human mind confined.. Poetry must rhyme.. I can't feel alone anymore.. So not this time..

Its a bird!.. Its a plane!.. No.. its the sky falling while the world rises. Drinking coffee.. but why can't it be something else?

Oh yea.. No money no home in a world abundant with resources heh forgot about that..

Drinkin' coffee.. Need to do so..

Tonight drinking something a lil more tequila-ish..

Yeah I am running from my problems. You bet your existence I am.

Just look in a mirror before you judge. We all were happy once..

Its when you lose something beyond value you truly cherish that you begin to just.... change..

Money isn't my problem. Because I prioritize keepin' it flowin' I stop it from becoming one..

Its me thats the problem..

My nights are music and tears then sleep(if I am lucky)

I guess its realizing that I am not alone that hurts..

Always walls closing in on me. They are made of glass.. Yet somehow..

I remain so invisible.. Become colder.. As if Im becoming the very walls I feel like I am suffocating behind..

Someone.. Anyone..

Find my hopes and dreams.. Take aim at me with them as a sorrow-sharpened arrow..

And shatter me..

Poetry must rhyme.. I can't feel alone anymore.. So not this time.. The sorrow in mirror-reflected eyes is not only yours but mine.. And yes.. It tortures me.. All of the time..