Aliens are real.
At least I like to believe it that way
Because the idea of loneliness terrifies me.
But I dont ever want to find out that
They exist for real
Because that would make them real
And if they're real, I'm going be lonely again.
They're just going to be ignored like
The rest of the 7 billion people
That I pretended don't exist.
I want them to be real just the way
The cigarette smoke that would
Disappear right after the moment it was created is real.
So, please, Extraterrestrials, be real for me.
And leave me alone
So that I wouldn't be alone.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
Aliens are real.
At least I like to believe it that way
Because the idea of loneliness terrifies me.
But I dont ever want to find out that
They exist for real
Because that would make them real
And if they're real, I'm going be lonely again.
They're just going to be ignored like
The rest of the 7 billion people
That I pretended don't exist.
I want them to be real just the way
The cigarette smoke that would
Disappear right after the moment it was created is real.
So, please, Extraterrestrials, be real for me.
And leave me alone
So that I wouldn't be alone.
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