Supposedly,
babies and parents make sandwiches, consumed by cave wielding ogres whose tongues of bloodlust scorn the youth and envelope the sky.
For me to bounce on tastebuds is asking you to die,
For another man's living and your sadness.

I find solitude fearful,
I despise your company.
I wish and ask starlight
To give you to me.
Why must i ponder,
Why must I cry,
Why must I ask my mind to drive into the dusk of forgiveness.
Why must i write in fear of lacking,
Why must i be in spite of nothing,
Why must i peer outside the window,
Perhaps desiring the chill of cold steel air,
When the air of the space i touch
Is warm and offers nothing.
Who am i here to stay,
Must i open the door once more,
May you bring my food and water
And don’t adjust the score

Despise my words may you
Who are stop talking now
I cannot focus
Why am i focus
Why am i
Questions
And such pain
To have a clear mind

I crave it, i do not
Why would i and i will
And who are you and who am i
And may i blend the lines between identity
May i share with you this liminal space,
Personal space
Where i hide from hands and valves and steam
And the dark alleyway that brings food to my table
And love to my cheeks
And a sense of false security in a world that can end
Where i may one day despite my courage, watch the mice scurrey for saddened dumpsters,
Where i may solemnly find peace in joining their endeavor.

My thoughts continue with dancing figures
Discover your next favorite favorites,
Grab what others have,
Find love in the running and avoid the sun setting.
have the ogres ponder your silly ways of going on,
While they stew pots in simple living
Who am i to not be them
Why am i to see them fearful
When i am the one who has consistently forgiven
The despair that consumes my contemporaries

Cinnamaroll and objectivity
Reject my company
i hear friends ask questions
That i answer with fear of not answering
For without the truth i am nothing
And truth wasn't
therefore i amn’t
And i'll give up
Because this is basic
And i'm afraid of limiting my dimension
I am afraid that its nature may be concealed
But to differ from you my reader,
I wish i will
I wish to add,
Not to subtract from your understanding
To provide pillars of objects with their complexity cascading.
I'm sorry.
Close the book