A lot of things in my life Are fAke.
I reAlized thAt the other dAy.
The things thAt entertAin me,
the things thAt give me joy,
the things i spend hours trying to get better At,
the friends i mAke,
the people who tAlk to me,
the things i wAtch,
the work i do,
the fun i hAve,
the things i write,
the things i drAw,
the things i creAte.
Theyre All just pixels.
Pixels on A screen.
Nothing more reAlly.
None of it reAlly mAtters.
And the things i think,
Arent reAlly reAl either.
Theyre just thoughts.
And more noise.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
