Casual Chit Chat

I move my hands because hands prevent the thoughts

My loneliness is paper and my hands cut through it

With scissors this time

There’s something wrong and I can feel it

It’s all these questions which will never have

An answer

Because what is an answer

There are multiple

An answer should put your mind at ease

Our pg guard sits and cuts these little triangles

Out of the paper that is his loneliness

Or maybe that’s his act of rebellion

Can one result from the other

I think i ask the wrong questions

Is that why i still don’t know

(Who i am)

Except i do

I am all the poems i write

Still no poet

All the love i give

Still cutting triangles

I am creating something to fix this

Even though it’s quite alright

Yet anxiety coils around my neck and stares venom into my eyes

The world is heavy for my two shoulders

I wish i knew how to put it down

In a way it actually stays

Does my heart know i’m only 18

All’s not yet mine to carry

No it only knows i don’t know enough

I am still learning

That is also not enough

The world is an oyster

I need to break into greatness

What is great

Nothing

The stars

I want to visit the stars

Barren and grey

They don’t know of the hope they’ve lent me

Even though i’m all fallen apart