A memory of things that give comfort seem palatial, Euphoric in the mind's eye, Though I do seem to ponder of its romanticized reality
Memories always seem so warm.
In reality, The things that hold others close are affirming. Love, Shared events Symbiotic empathy, But given the current state...
The boring, The mundane, The trivial and the tedious that makes the most of a lifetime Are omitted from the mind.
But why not have a memory full of nothing but the nothingness of life? The train rides? Waiting for the toaster to splay its insides So I can feast on its wonderful toasty goodness? Talking to the tenant who does not understand That a bouncing leg And constant time updates are signposts to *******?
Empty the files of my brain And fill it with the moments of nothing. These moments and these alone Are your true self. if you are a good person Is not determined by How many charities earn your pay Or how many items stored, What you are is chosen by the lonely, The solitary, The Tigress.
Only when you accept that person, You are happy And free.