Suppose, For a second, That everything, You ever wanted, Materialized itself, Right in front of you, Seemlessly, You world changes, And you become the, Person, You’ve always wanted to become, All the things, And qualities, Which you deemed, To be, Essential, For your happiness, Things such as, Confidence, Security, Assurance…

Moon River. I open my eyes, and see you laying beside me. You, whom, I cannot remember anymore, your obscure silhouette. Your most defining feature, your eyes, as if they we’re the center, of something greater, eyes that seemed to have been deliberately chosen, and placed, into your eye sockets…

Life, It’s bless, See it for what it is, And it cannot cause you stress, But I still stress, I stress, Think about my future, My past, Even my present, Or my concept of the present, Causes me anguish, At times, Why is that, Well something within me, Is, Worried, …

Wave of the soul, Huh? Listen to that, If anything, Don’t listen to anything else, But that, All the voices, Will try to sway, You here and there, There are too many directions, Indeed, Way too many, To grapple, With the directions, That other’s wish of you, I say, Nay, …

Stuck between two worlds, It seems, Sometimes, I think about doing something, And then think about something else, And end up getting stuck between those two scenarios, So to say, What to do in that situation, I say do whatever, Honestly, Whatever you want, Yep, Create another world, One which…

Bruh, What is all this Lunacy, Am I, The only one, Who finds it, Ridiculous, That, We are taught, To feel unloved, If we don’t accomplish certain things, As I think about this, The paradigm of our culture, Through no one’s fault in particular, I feel, Intensely angry, There is…

I do have a dream, And I’d like to write about it, Though I’m sure much of, My life, Shall be, Unimaginable, And out of the realm of my current envisions, I wish to write this now, As a proof of my desire to live, I do, Have a desire…

80, Is a wonderful number, If you look at it, Closely examine it, You can find yourself watching it thoroughly, For quite some time, Trying to grasp it, Though you’d just loop around, This 8, And that 0, They have no end really, Try as you might, But there shall…

Perhaps, It is time, And I’ve stalled to much, This writing, Maybe, Has been an escape, Rather than an engulfing, Into my true calling, It’s a scary thing, To think, That all this time thinking, Contemplating, And lamenting, My miniscule, And insignificant life, It’s meanings, And’s implications, Is time wasted…