I’ve been having second thoughts about growing up. So I wrote a poem.
It feels like something’s missing
It feels like somethings gone
It feels like I don’t belong
I don’t know when this darkness came
Ice cream doesn’t taste the same
That’s a lie
Ice cream tastes great
Especially the ones with Oreos in them
Things suddenly feel okay
Poems are gay
I am not
It’s ok to be gay
Time for beer
What if the cure for Cancer lies inside the head of a super-talented, brilliant kid who cannot afford an education? What if that kid is being abused by a family member?
What if we finally find out, we are alone in this universe after all?
What if dogs showed affection to their masters only because we artificially bred them to behave that way? Nah, that’s too dark. We live on a planet where burgers and rock music exist. It couldn’t be that bad.
Clip from last weekends jam with a new band
Conversation between a child and a visitor from the sky
Kid: “Do you really have to go?”
Visitor: “Unfortunately, yes. But you know what? I think the universe has a plan”
Kid: “Thank you for everything”
Visitor: “Thank you for everything”
I tried to turn this conversation into a song.
Hope you like it.
The only person I could talk to, the happiest person I know, one of my best buddies, left the office today. Now, I know this is part of life. It’s not supposed to be a big deal. People come. People go. However, some of them create an impact on you so deep that when they’re gone, you feel a vacuum in your head. To be honest, it kinda hurts…you know? It really does. Ha ha. I never thought I would ever say shit like this ever in my life. I mean, this girl knew the type of music I listen to, the kind of girls I like, everything! She was the one person who I could talk to with no filter on. She was a bitch when it came to working together though!
I am super proud of her. The only thing I could equate her to is a knight. A frikkin knight. She’s endured a lot of pain in her life but she flew past all of it like a pro. And now, she’s taking the next big step in her life. I have learned quite a few life-lessons from her. For that, I am grateful. I will never forget her.
I’m not gonna weep over this shit. I’ll watch a standup special or Conan O’Brien and that will be end of it. All I wish for is to meet people like her in the future. You know… humble, creative, happy human beings. For now, I have the voice in my head.
Side note: The voice in my head does not have a gender.
I am now at a point in my life where I do not feel like reading the paper after I get home from work. Instead, I have this urge to look at old pictures of me hanging out with my friends. But I will never do that because I am not a pussy. Fuck feelings. More YouTube.