Eternal Sands of Traveler

Just How I Feel [PO-EM]

Typical spot,
Always predictable where I am I guess,
And speaking of prediction,
That Hydrac Book loves being able to predict right,
And if they're wrong,
You may think it's just wrong,
But to them it's..
It's as though they've killed everyone they love.

Tonight,
The second night,
The second night I've ever done it,
Thought about it multiple times,
I rarely do,
As I don't enjoy it,
It's terrible,
But I did it.
I don't enjoy that I did it,
Only did in the moment.
We've all thought about it at sometime,
Many do it,
I'm ashamed I did.
And no it's not one of those boy things if you're thinking that,
Females do this too.
But I'll stop talking about it as I don't like it.

That little bird texted me,
I should probably answer them,
"I wonder if I had my own spider beetle and bee at one point."
And well,
My true answer to that I won't reveal,
Though something from my honesty;
They're my only 3 loyalty's.
Only three people I'll listen to no matter what,
Only three people I'll do anything for,
And the only three
I'd take a bullet for.

Hm,
Thoughts ablaze,
Thoughts go running through our heads,
Some like they're stone pillars,
Others just a passing train,
Few a pebble,
For many they're are hardly anything.
The crowd commonly resides in a mental state of thoughts as the last example.

While I sit here, thinking about Midnight,
I can't not wonder if they want me the same way back.
I know they love me,
And I know I love them,
But sometimes I wonder y'know?

"Why must you pay so much attention all the time?"
"Uh...."
I really want to know,
Wish they'd tell me.
But I know they won't,
So there's no point in wishing it.

This might be a short one,
But I think it'll do for em'.

I had a thing,
I had it for many years,
One day I decided to give it to Midnight,
I told her I had it for multiple years,
I wonder if she still has it.
I hope so,
If she does,
Then I'm glad.
She gave me a pen once,
And I've cherished it since,
And it is my favorite pen.
I carry it around a lot.

All it takes is one wrong turn,
And your whole life can burn to ashes.
I hope you all realize this,
And contemplate every single thing you do that's meaningful.

I knew a guy,
He went by Asher at the time,
In no way this is linked to anyone you may know,
Unless you're someone I know,
And Asher hated me,
I'm not sure why,
And you cannot change his mind once it's made up,
We've hated each other since the beginning of when we met.
I had a reason to hate him once I did begin to,
But before then and even after then,
He had no reason to envy me so much.
I'm pretty sure he still does even after he got what he wanted.

That Midnight hour can make me calm without even talking to me,
Just thinking about her makes me calm.
I usually have to wait out my moods,
But she can get rid of any bad moods if she's talking to me,
Especially if I see her.

Welp I must go to sleep soon,
And that bird is already gonna,
So maybe I will stop writing now.
But my Reminder reminds me so much of the bird,
And the bird of my reminder,
I really don't like it either.
But the bird does love bothering me,
So the bird prolly likes that thing.

Y'know, I wanna have this be exactly seven thirty-two words in it,
There's a reason,
But I think it's funny and beyond that I enjoy the number.
So, only at about six fifty right now so I should,
And will,
Extend it untill I feel it's enough.
I wonder when I'll stop writing.

All these days,
All these tomorrow's,
All those yesterday's,
Some love yesterday more than today, and will love tomorrow more than today,
It's really a matter of how you feeling that day.
I wonder why it's like this,
I know many things,
But I don't know it all.

Welp folks,
This is it,
This is the end of my seventh L.N.S-T. Goodbye.