Compelled to write

The existence and frustration of interactions

Of your "friends"

Neighbors, who won't leave you alone

The still, inanimate objects that stare at you from across the room

Why am I here even?

What is this all for?

I know I am the same thought on loop from people a million years before

Staring at the same moon, wondering the same thing.

Yellow walls

And broken glass,

Spilled pills

And an empty stash.

Life lived here

then was gone

Love loved her

but couldn’t go on.

No goodbyes said,

tears wept and wept

the pain of being alone

wasn’t the same as being left.

Who knew that you would be mine?

Right after we went to dine.

My heart beat so fast.

You are my first.

And my last.

Mi Amore!

Sempre.

You claim the earth is flat...

I’ve got to say, I’m not sure about that.

I poured water in a bowl,

and truth to be told,

it stayed inside,

and did not roll.

When I put water on the counter

it fell and faltered,

waterfalled down a bit off-kilter.

Google says earth is 71% percent water,

and though I don’t claim to be smarter,

it seems we’d run out of water pretty quick,

cause it’d fall right off the brink.

We’d have nothing left to even drink,

so maybe it’s not quite as you think.