Flying

Goose bumps crawl up my spine

As the aircraft lifted off the steaming ground;

It was so hot that maybe,

If you were hungry,

You could cook an egg.

Just one, though.

Unfortunately,

I don't like eggs.

So, you shouldn't ask me to stay

And eat them because

I'd just play with my food

Until a punishment was deserved 

You shouldn't ask a pessimist

For the answers

Because they will play with you;

Conjure up the past hidden secrets 

And control you use pessimistic  spells 

Make you go around in circles. 

I'm getting dizzy. 

You are as well, right?

The whole world is still

On my strain of consciousness 

And hoping,

No,

Wishing it could be better. 

Didn't have To get any worse

But I wake up every day 

In the middle of this god damn same room

But it's not quite the way it was,

But I think you should stay

And cook that breakfast you always wanted 

But I'm tell you,

I will not eat it.

And no,

I'm not a vegetarian.

I eat.

i just devour the process of the mind,

Gather as many boxes that I can,

Which is maybe one or two,

And then bolt towards the opening.

Outside,

I feel

Vulnerable laying on the cubed

Table contemplating the past

Deaths.

I can't seem to fall asleep these days

But the grave is being dug

Com'on

Everything you said to me 

It wasn't just words.

Every single day passing,

I think I call it love,

But it's just fate.

Darling, you fucked up.