when people go

you received an email,a phone call maybe a just a bothered relative. circumstances reveal that he she lived.
lived well enough for you to contemplate whether you will miss them.
Their belongings remain intact,
the impact of solitary life hinders your soul from mourning.

well wishers distract,sultry hymns at the background make you realise,
when people go,
what they did or where they go somehow is important. Did you live well? Were you a fake? Did you acclimatize to hate,or were you complacent with love. Did you tythe faithfully, did you have a will or a wife?

Decisions remain a blur,making love seems wrong and the black gown staring down at you symbolises the dark night When people go,sunday is blue. Monday always seem longer and Tuesday holds enthusiam for bloom.

For when people go flowers still blossom, they remember your soul more than humans do. The grass is always greener where your body lay. The seasons still live and when the grass browns, it will make good hay.

Almost 27

So i'm seated at my desk obviously because im at work. Yet i cannot  help but feel bogged down by the month's maybe years' events. see unlike last year, this one didnt start so good for me. Lets say i am a little bit uninspired.

May 29th is coming up,the big 2 7 is here. I must admit that never in my life did i once think id be 27 well until i was 26 and i had nothing to show for my efforts. Being a 27 year old who leaves in a studio apartment, is not something i am very proud of. Lets face it, i still have morning sickness,by this i mean the psychological torture i experience from around 3 oclock to 6 oclock just thinking of another long day in the life of. Yet i see my agemates and my brother look at me as some kind of hero. It is true this generation is kind of selfish..hence the reason why i chose to write about me. I am selfish.

Anyway, i was hoping to go back to school. I might be somwhere different by the 29th of may. Only time will tell, i was also thinking of the "age aint nothing but a number" statement. I mean im not saying i believe it even though i certainly dont feel any different.

So what the hell, i have a job, I got a house,small but beautiful all the same, and i got a savings and Pensions plan. I think thats not too bad for 2 7.

Smile! Its never that serious here

Dependant, sociopath tendancies distracting her normal behaviour. Quote and quote they said i was dependant. So look to the internet for consolation,and you know how it goes, a few minutes later we'd be looking at sweet pussy. Only we dont know that it is. We should sue these people for wasting our time.

Branded,the y generation,distracted and confused.the ability to concentrate matches the amount of times you see a squirrel sniff. Are you confused?
See,most people think,oh this must be one of those weird ass poems he she writes. Confused? Well i have both decipher.

Smiles. Im texting. Im driving. I see this hot guy, yet there's the sniffing problem. See we like scents. Not smells. The car driven is not mine. I see shadows but ignore. Im dead. He missed seduction. Im confused.
Dead. Tweet? Instragram,
We fuckin' love internet.

Are you confused?