The hardest thing I’ve had to do in my adult life is have a conversation with the transgender cashier at Buffalo exchange while trying to pretend I didn’t notice his cropped shirt and pierced – very hairy- belly button.
One time I farted shorty after hearing another person fart loudly. But no one knew I had farted. They only knew about the person who’s fart sounded like a garbage disposal.
Somehow the two farts merged together and became a lethal toxin causing people to vacate the area in mass hysteria.
As this person swore up and down that a smell like that could’ve have come from their body, I watched from the other side of the room feeling both liberated —because no one knew I had contributed-and guilty -because everyone thought it came from her-.
She’s a manager at Walmart now and sometimes when I’m up late at night I think to myself “How might her life been different if our farts hadn’t mutated into a nuclear gas?”.
Always in a rush but I stopped for you
Living in a rut cuz my mind confused
Stuck in my emotions ain’t got time to be
all the signs say you were designed for me
Will I get you back only time will tell
Before I find love I gotta find myself
What if the way we’ve been loving each other turned out to be wrong?
Would you be willing to learn a new way?
A better way?
are we worth that much to you?
I don’t think anyone has ever met me before.
A name can define someone who has always been and never was.
Physical features are manipulated by genetics.
Personalities isn’t consistent.
In essence I am nothing.
To know me is to know silence.
A virtue seldom acquired in the wilderness of North America.
I’ve never met anyone either.
Only illusions of energy in motions.
Reality is abstract.
I’ve done nothing to influence your fall
But I’ll do everything to express myself
Because the love I possess is overwhelming
I try to mask it but it seeps through my pores
and engulfs everyone around me
protecting them from themselves
However I no longer want to be a hiding place for bruised soulS
Or spend my life putting together broken hearts.
There has to be more to life than being able to say you’ve figured someone out.
What if we’ve been living our lives in reverse?
What if time doesn’t move in the direction in which we been told it does?
What if birth is actual the end and death the begging?
What if this is the womb?
…..Stranger things have happened