Emptiness so vast it goes on for years.
The beginning of life is never noticed by the one who lives it
The beginning is wrote by those who saw yet impossible by the one who did.
It was so busy yet quiet yet nice sounding to me
My life seems to have been lived before me
from my genes not being my own
they have been passed down
the ultimate hand me down and family heirloom
So silent yet busy all to make me
My current living relied indirectly from bread
Donuts and muffins and croissants all mine for the taking
No authentic French
Fat with chocolate and creamy fluff
breads all baked: the perfect perfume scent
in this little room so busy yet quiet and lonely to me
Kids forced into understanding struggling with attention
prefer the shifting craze of child minds, controlled chaos reigns.
Preferably the lands of Del Mar yet unable to use any tickets the rides so huge and terrifying
Everything is terrifying
Animals also smell when not washed
People should wash animals more
So busy yet quiet and scary to me.
Kids grow, and the chaos is some what contained
people never stop the insanity or try in vain to find the order
in math or speech which can make sense
or hide from it in the land before times or with kids next door
The people try to prove or share
So busy so twisted yet fragile to me
Kids make connections
friendly or more so
we try to find love and die with veins of
frustration, embarrassment, false hope
we laugh and I smile all the while the life continues
Water, so thick and smooth
yet cannot float atop it
how can one be so attached,
yet fear it all the same?
Drinking, swimming, admiring
the shimmer that gave possibilities
And water bending would have been cool too
the perfect setting.
Confused about identity until 12
life lived in a sector so odd yet
so adored by others
Mulan has always been favored
(Mulan ll not so much)
How could so much confusion exist in
a conscience coherent person?
So busy so complex
but amazing to me
all through this
still friendly still fighting
still all part of this
links like chains
So full so lively but crazy to me
What is life?
Too much philosophy pondered
from where I come from
and how it has come to me
Do people ponder the smells of bread
or the feel the tempurpedic beds?
Space is all
So tiny still trying
to be tiny me