oh sweet nothing. II

tired holding
rolling eyes
my brain sequence
slips to
word association
every story I tell
has to do with drugs
It's as old as 1938
when LSD was born
and I was not

nothing/creativity

am i just a spawn creature?  was I just created by other people/circumstances?

I don't think that I'm as flowery as that picture above.

My future is now.  

there are so many people who are writing nowadays.  so many people want to be "creative".  so many people are studying to be "creative".  and among the diverse creativity spilling forth, there is a lot of shit mixed in.  I don't know where I fit in.  I don't know if I am just another pollutant in the world of "creativity" and expression.

guns going off through the tv while trying to get some sleep.  

i want to be your friend.

i want to stay strangers.

i want to be your friend, 

and i want to stay strangers

vague, everything is vague.

what's the point in spreading vagueness?