One yearns for the shock

Excitement, fear, or anger

The adrenaline

Long long ago
I saw, experienced, I lived
Where trees grow

Long, long ago
I went, I ran, I swam
Searching high and low

Long, Long ago
I laughed, I wept, I loved
When the time was slow

Long long ago
—I know—
It was long long ago

Connect the dots
1-2-3
Point to Point
LA to DC
Life to Death
4-5-6
Sweet Pleasures to Heartwrenching Pain
Superficial Dates to Long-term Relationships
Rollercoaster Life to Unforeseen Death
7-8-9
Hot chai latte to Healthy vegetarian salad
Chic urban lifestyle to Family-orientated suburban neighbourhood
Optimistic rollercoaster life to Cynical unforeseen death
10-11-12
Fluffy thin fleece blankets to Mature-looking king-sized silver comforters
Young rash impulsive mistakes to Wise mindful informed decisions
Regretful optimistic rollercoaster life to Peaceful cynical unforeseen death
...
The dots are endless
The unknown picture yet not completed nor predicted

Clocks witness it all...

From the *time you were bullied
To the painstaking times of your depression

All these sensitive moments
are in the hands of a clock

If I had a rose for every time you've broken my heart and driven me insane

I would build you a bed of roses
                   and a pillowcase of leaves

And every night as the flowers began to wither and lose its luster

I would build you a new one
                 a bed as timeless and delicate as you

Again, my love, you've managed to break my heart

Shave your head
Paint your face purple
And wear a zebra jumpsuit

Eat with both hands
Wink at passing strangers
And live in a secluded cabin

Join the circle of oddies
Tainted by social norm

At a formal dinner party with etiquette and laughter
A half empty glass of champagne is in your hand

I listen to your slurred speech and deep laughter
And look at the others who genuinely display interest

While nodding my head with a fake smile
I make eye contact occasionally, a simple formality

As you talk about yourself and your experiences
I begin to wonder...

Wouldn't it be more interesting
for me to talk about myself?

Hand-me-down novels with bent corners

Piles of clothes and towels scattered on the carpet

Food stains on flowery bed sheets and blue pillowcases

A broken lamp on a single night stand

Gray suitcases filled with evening gowns

Closet mirror covered with fingerprints

Charging electronics underneath the bed

Popcorn ceiling and smooth beige walls

No clocks, no monsters, no tooth fairies, and no memories

It's rather....*practical

I'm skin and bones
real and tangible
or perhaps a prolonged reverie

Hope for better is overrated
                      Pity is the latest trend

Welcome to America
     Where education is top priority
                   With the exception of football

Welcome to America
     Where we believe in world peace
             We also believe in the biggest military in the world

Welcome to America
     Where all men and women are created equal
                 But being gay is the greatest sin

Welcome to America
      Where we like to make fun of everybody
                 Just don't call us fat

Welcome to America
       Where we love our food so much
                We've managed to make it fake

Welcome to our great patriotic country of America
          We might as well be the only country in the world
               Seriously, if it wasn't for us, the nazis would still be in power

God is like a wish factory

Manufacturing...
Dolls and trains for the young ones
        Blankets and food for the poor
                   Glasses and hearing aids for the impaired
                            and hope for all of us

But like trains, blankets and glasses
          God is man-made
                Reflection of our idealistic nature
                           A goal as fictitious as a wish factory