I love cryptic sentences
That make me seem profound
When sometimes I am clueless
to empty words all matched by sound.
My mind to me is ambiguous:
Is it brilliance or pretense?
For all I know my insight could be
- a load of great nonsense.
Intelligence or creativity?
Much too confused to judge
No interest in it's dichotamy
I'd rather have some fudge.
To me it's all insanity
for not everything requires definition.
The end comes faster than the answers
So, indulge in the nonsense that is written.
Our world's enigmatic afterall
This mysterious creation - holds our presence
All that matters could be what you enjoy
So what's life without some ~ Nonsense.

I crave spirituality.
Causing me this dichotamy.
Give me the feeling of stealing my autonomy.

Can you help make me feel alive?
I know how to bring me to life.
Like when I'm crying and dying at night's when I thrive.

I would like to feel warm inside.
Feeling mooshy and gooshy like
When I feel unsafe, feel your hate, leave me to die.

Sometimes I feel like I'm burning.
Why do I love to be hurting?
Your attention is life. Pain and strife always flirting.