former selves in the scribble of some crooked writing
middle of reformed books, evolved journals
i was in them and now i'm not
look
into the mirror
but when i point at you
its me that walks away feeling
at

ease

i don't know you anymore
but maybe i never did

And I can barely breathe.
Words twisted in broken angles,
emotions caught in webs I can’t undo.
I try to free myself,
but I fail miserably.
And as a year passes,
I’m still all wrong,
and never right.
So please forget that I was even here.

Sometimes
when I lay awake at night,
I think of what my heart looks like
if someone were to
cut me open.
I wonder
if he would try to break it.
I wonder
if he would sit down and intently
watch me bleed.
Probably
not. He'd walk away before I took
my last breath.

A   suitcase
  was  drinking
cold drinks
by   using  a  bio  degradable
straw  not
taking  times
200 years  to
   compost.




The  human  baby  was
actually  drinking  it
inside  a  smart
suitcase.





That  baby   is
gene  edited    baby
who   can  drink
cold  drinks
in  one  months  also.


That  suitcase  was
following    her  mother
by   artificial  intelligence  
and  small  camera.



That  mother  was
a half  robot  and
half  human   being.

Remember when you were young
And life had just begun
The world so small and fun
All that summer sun?

back when nothin got you blue
And we always had somethin to do
When we never wore our shoes?

Back when we could fight dragons
Or just pull our red wagon?

Remember when there was nothing to lose?