I do not know how to write.
I do not know how to write positively.
I do not know how to write words that are not already spoken.
I do not know how to write words that do not smother the purity of life.
I do not know how to write words that do not suffocate my brain.
I do not know how to write the words that will make people stop asking, *"Are you okay?"

I turn to the left and see myself,



hello.

I thought your chest
was a hole
to another galaxy

and the only way
I could touch
the stars

was to tear you apart.

I'm back and at it,
I was an old burnt out candle,
My flame was growing unlit,
Sometimes, it's all too hard to handle.

My hair is short
I grew it long
I missed that sport
No, not pong.

This all adds up to an interesting thing,
Can you guess?
There's that ping,
My mind is a mess...

Of Extraordinary Shings

"Ello,
Welcome to America."
Is what we would say to them.
"I'M YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!!"
Is what the obsessed would say.
"Who the hell are you?"
Is what haters would say.

****, why you gotta be so rude