Rambling 2
At my office drinking my ice cold coffee. Someone told me the world was ending. I don't really know the difference. People hate what they hate and love what they love but what are they indifferent about. For me it's almost all of it except her. I pray to someone who I doubt listens and the only thing I get back is memories of times that I try to escape. I hug my father as his fists are red with my blood. I watch my idol be rolled out of his house on a stretcher covered with a blanket. I lay there in an upside down car wondering what's going on. All memories I try to escape. They keep coming back to me. My life is a book that was written by multiple authors. I try so hard to take the pen and dictate the story. I need to go back to work. But I can't. I want to lose myself in words. I love her. But the being that I don't believe in doesn't seem to believe in us. I drink my ice coffee wanting to be in a coffee shop with her. Listening to some guys pretentious acoustic music. Planning a life together. We could just be young and insane and immature forever. Poetry is just the voices in my head being written down.