Literally the reason I don't pop this drug in my mouth right now is because I am carrying the umbrella with one hand
In a pouring pain; fear and confusion
While my other hand
Sits comfortably with the magic sac in the pocket of my rain jacket
Intentionally oblivious to the chants of dread, morality, decision, perseverance, death, and death again: life
What a mystery; isn't it?
You noticed it; didn't you?
My accent, of course.
The color of my skin was almost sunken in
And then you spoke
I amuse myself with this gift too
In the darkest night
And the deepest melancholy
I amuse myself
of myself
Within myself
Me
I think about her all the time.
I see her stumbling; I see and I stay quiet
I laugh but I make sure I don't hear myself
Trust me at this point
I don't even know what 'me' even is
Or 'life': but that's a big one
No one really knows
I do know love
It wins every time
It won my family
It won all the unfortunate men in my life
They had the pleasure of crossing paths with me
They were the unluckiest
(Then there's 'luck': this conversation can go on for hours)
But also
the nicest, the sweetest, the smartest,
Ah - just lovely!
I have been lucky enough to never witness ugliness in people
They say it's out there
I doubt it, but that's just me
A child doesn't know right from wrong
Or wrong from right
Or left or right
Or black or white
Well, the last one: it might
'It' is the baby
'It' is them
'It' is you
'It' is us
'It' is pure; authetic; sweet; innocent; innocent; innocent
Just like me
And just like you
Ugly? Not a chance.
Fa
