Actually, Maybe Its Me

I had a dream

Where he was sitting

On his couch.

He’s sad.

Sad about something.

I don’t know.

I went up to him

And hugged him.

We stayed that way.

Until I woke up.

~  16.APR.18

Now I wonder,

Is it really him

Or is it me

Who’s lonely?

Make This Non-Existent.

It's just not really my thing.

I want to skip this.

I'm sorry I'm not thankful.



I guess the best I could do,

is to humor all of you.

Cheers! 🥂

The Story Ends, Only to Begin the Same One Again

I don’t understand

But it’s the same things

Repeating. 

Again.

And again.

Happy things and sad things

Mundane little things

I’m living the same life

Over. And over.

At the moment I had to open my eyes,

I saw her.

At a very high place

Looking down at me

I remember.

Even after the dream ended

Even when most things are a blur

I remember.

Her face

That smile

Full of satisfaction and enjoyment 

As she tells me

That I’m 

“In a song

That’s on endless replay.”

-30.MAR.18