There's a boy, or girl, or any living thing that you can relate to.
Maybe it's not even living
it's a stuff animal that you anthropomorphized
to become your best friend,
because everyday is spent glazing
the abstract of news articles.
What's special about a bestfriend
that doesn't rely on you for talking,
or even breathing.
You can actually be yourself,
instead of who they want you to be.
Man, if we were even more honest
I mean people...I mean subterraneans,
because let's be deep, only those
living underground, like me, are going to understand.
The ground is life
and I'm being buried beneath;
it's quite better than being on top.
I can't be anything;
relating to anyone isn't even worth reading
as the only language I've perfected
is the one communicated by my Rhino
and that's silence.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
There's a boy, or girl, or any living thing that you can relate to.
Maybe it's not even living
it's a stuff animal that you anthropomorphized
to become your best friend,
because everyday is spent glazing
the abstract of news articles.
What's special about a bestfriend
that doesn't rely on you for talking,
or even breathing.
You can actually be yourself,
instead of who they want you to be.
Man, if we were even more honest
I mean people...I mean subterraneans,
because let's be deep, only those
living underground, like me, are going to understand.
The ground is life
and I'm being buried beneath;
it's quite better than being on top.
I can't be anything;
relating to anyone isn't even worth reading
as the only language I've perfected
is the one communicated by my Rhino
and that's silence.
It's hard to find meaning in the world where people live without purpose. Make friends, why? Have a meaningful relationship, why? Start a family, why? Find a career, why? Make lots of money, why? Own lots of things, why? Have a house, why?
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